"After." He was already rising and backing away.
"After what?" Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her gaze flicking to the closed door, her fear clearly escalating. Bemused, he wondered why she was all swagger and sass talking to him, but she was terrified of the human in the hallway. She had her priorities ass-backwards.
Lifting a finger to his lips once more, Dagan cautioned her to silence as he eased back into the narrow space between the door frame and the wall. If she were smart, she'd be quiet. If she gave him away, it would only make his job…messier.
Jaw clenched, fingers curled into her palms, she followed his movements and offered a short nod as, with a creak, the door opened halfway. A blonde in tight jeans and stilettos sashayed into the room, shouldering the door fully open. Close behind her was a tall man, dressed all in black, greasy brown hair hanging lank to his shoulders. He had one hand clasped tight around the blonde's wrist, the other holding a long hunting knife down by his thigh.
The girl on the mattress lurched up and rasped, "Marcie! You're alive. Oh, thank God."
Marcie froze, and the guy holding her tightened his grip.
Looked like the bastard meant to rape and murder not one girl but two.
Ambitious.
Disgust curdled in Dagan's gut. He was as far from good as anyone could be, but he did have a code. He always settled his debts. His word was his law. He refused to lie. And he sure as sugar never fucked girls barely out of high school then slit their throats.
Marcie tossed her hair back from her face and cocked one hip to the side. She had a hard look about her, like she knew the score and liked it that way. Turning her head, she slanted a glance toward the mattress and the girl.
That was all.
Just a glance.
No expression at all.
Not horror. Not fear. Not empathy.
Understanding arrowed deep, a sharp, bright barb, and Dagan narrowed his eyes, seeing things with new clarity.
Marcie wasn't bound. She didn't lean away from the grasp of her tormentor; instead, she relaxed into his grip. The way she held herself, shoulders back, head high, was anything but fearful. And her lips were curved in the faintest smile.
Well, fuck me raw.
The bastard didn't have two girls captive. He had one girl he was all set to rape and murder.
And one girl who was all set to help him.
Forbidden alliances…inescapable desires…
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Sin's Daughter
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