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Nervously, the nurse looks at the computer and quickly scans the room numbers. “Room 31.”

Striding down the long, sterile, white hallway, I pass by everyone in a blur. When I find the door marked thirty-one, Dr. Anders is emerging from the room.

“Ah. Mr. Reign,” he says formally, acting as if he doesn’t know my night job.

“How is she?”

“She is resting. Surprisingly, only superficial wounds to the right temple, both wrists, and the corners of her mouth. Her exam showed no blunt force trauma,” he explains. “You may go see her if you’d like.”

I nod, and he offers a soft smile, patting me on the back as he walks away.

Entering the room, I’m greeted with the familiar smell of bleach and the soft lull of machines beeping, monitoring her vitals.

Miranda is sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. When she sees me, she offers a soft smile.

“I’ll give you two some privacy.” She rises from the chair and when she passes me, she lightly squeezes my arm. “Thank you for saving her again.”

CiCi looks so small and fragile in the hospital bed. When I see her chest rise and fall, it is as if a wall of relief hits me, confirming that she is okay.

I quietly pull the chair that sits off to the side close to the bed, and sit down. Gently, I take her hand in mine and the tears that I haven’t cried in thirteen years fall from eyes.

She’s safe.

“Did you kill them?” Her soft voice breaks through my sobs.

Looking up, her soft green eyes catch mine. “You will not have to worry about Dimitri anymore.” I say as I bring her hand to my lips.

“And the others?”

“I will not sleep until they're both dead, CiCi. They will never hurt you again.”

Chapter sixteen

Drake

One month later

CiCi strides through my frosted office doors of Vanguard Enterprises wearing her tight, high-waisted pencil skirt, and flowy white blouse neatly tucked into her skirt.

“You needed me, sir?” She grins as the door swings closed behind her.

Clearing my throat, I smirk as I rise from my desk. “Yes, Miss Bianchi. I wanted to see how you were adjusting to your new position.”

As she approaches me, her smile grows wider and her green eyes are twinkling. She runs her hands up the folds of my jacket.

“Hmm…I’m adjusting quite well. I appreciate your concern,” she whispers in my ear.

With a satisfied growl, I gently guide her backwards to the beige couch in my office, urging her to sit down.

“I thoroughly enjoy these daily lunch visits,” I whisper. “Lie back, beautiful. I’m hungry.”

She lays back on the soft couch and I hike her skirt up past her waist. I unbutton her white blouse, spreading it open, revealing her white lacy bra and already flushed skin.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She opens her legs wide for me, allowing me to kneel between them. Paying attention to her matching lace panties, I slide the fabric to the side and glide my fingers along her already slick entrance.

My cock is rock hard looking at her as she writhes against my hands, urging me to keep going. Her silky black hair is splayed across the back of the couch.

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