Page 108 of Savage Grace

She scoffed at that, shaking her head as she stood.

“Nah. I’m just better at undercover work than Theo is,” she purred, walking up behind my chair and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m very…dedicatedto my role.”

She leaned down and nipped at my ear, giggling.

I would’ve been devastated to hear her say those words if I hadn’t felt the slice of a knife go through the tape holding my hands at the same time. But I kept my hands in position. Waiting.

“Maybe you should’ve hired me instead,” she ruffled my hair, pushing my head away like she was disgusted by me.

I wanted her to do it again.

Zarina moved back towards the men, folding her arms over herself once more and tipping her head to the side.

“So what’ll it be, boys?”

“You talk a big game, Zarina. Like there aren'tfourof us andonepretty little mouth on you. Maybe we could put it to better use than all the shit talking you’ve been doing,” Theo smirked.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that,” Willie laughed, stepping closer to her.

Zarina chuckled once, but it was tense.

“What do you think, Zar?” Theo quirked an eyebrow.

“I think that I’d cut your cock off before you got the chance to try.”

His arrogant laugh was cut off by a scream of pain as Zarina stabbed the knife that she had just freed me with right into Theo’s cock-adjacent area.

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ZARINA

I stabbed him.

I’d never stabbed a person before.

Right in the dick too, I hoped.

Willie grabbed a fistful of my hair, bringing me forward and throwing me to the ground. I felt my shoulder crunch as I landed and slid across the hard concrete, and that’s when the bullets began to sound.

Ashe was at the corner of my vision, and I realised those bullets were meant for him. But then he was right there, ripping Willie away from me and taking the gun out of his hands in one swift movement, pressing the barrel at his temples.

“Drop your fucking weapons or I shoot,” he barked at the young men who looked very nervous to be holding guns in the first place.

“Drop them!” Willie’s voice wobbled with fear.

I chuckled, hoisting myself off the ground but wincing in pain.

“Still a fucking pussy,” I shook my head.

“Shut up, slut!”

Ashe chuckled, smacking Willie in the side of the mouth with the heel of his gun. Then he ripped him back up by the hair and returned the barrel to his temple.

“That wasn’t nice,” Ashe purred. “Say sorry to my girl.”

“No fucking way,” Willie was panting.

“Say sorry!” Ashe dug the steel in deeper, crinkling his skin under the pressure of it.

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