Page 33 of Breaking the Code

A hand clamps over my mouth. It is so big that it covers the lower half of my face. My eyes hurt from rounding and bulging in surprise.

Please be who I’ve been waiting for.

Samuel is still out there. Somehow, the asshole avoided being blown to bits when the manor went kapluie. I don’t want to believe someone tipped him off, but he’d messaged me earlier the day of the explosion, telling me he would visit me that evening.

He never showed.

The hand around my face throws me against the stone wall forcibly. A gasp escapes, muffled by the massive paw covering half my face. Terrified, I look up at my assailant, and I’m instantly relieved. My wish has come true.

It’s him.

I sigh, and it turns to a purr as the enormous mitt of his hand slides from my mouth to my throat, pinning me to the wall. My toes barely touch the ground.

I’ve thought of breath play with this man ever since I caught a glimpse of him. Especially after I found his and Simon’s profiles on a BDSM website. What I wouldn’t have given to be sandwiched between the two tops who were searching for a third. I don’t know why I find it so fucking sexy.

The hand wrapped around my throat squeezes tighter and the vision of being taken by Draven and his now dead husband vanishes. His hand gripping my throat…it’s not like I imagined. This isn’t the wee bit sexy. I want the sexy man I envisioned. But that’s not what I have before me.

What I got is angry and vengeful.

“Yer going to die. Ye and all the rest o’ yer kind.”

I hold up my hand like I was in class.

“What?” he asks his eyes wide and eyebrows arched.

“I know who you are.”

I hope that gets his attention. At least long enough to keep him from snapping my neck.

“Oh, really, and who is that?” he asks.

I can’t help but smirk when what I want to say slides through my gray matter. I don’t think I am cheeky enough to say my big-arse Viking Daddy, but I want to. So much.

“Well? I'm waiting.”

Swallowing, I lick my lips. “You’re the one I've been searching for.”

His eyes narrow. “Why have ye been searching for me?”

Oh, sweet Mother of Jesus.

“Because you and I have something in common.”

He scowls, his face growing even darker and more sinister. I should be afraid. I watched this man kill multiple people. Without remorse.

Granted, they all deserved to meet their fate.

“I'm doubting that, ghille,” he growls at me.

“Tav, you need some help with him?” someone asks.

I can’t see who because of the hunk of sexy in front of me, but I’m not complaining. I want him to block the world from me all the time.

Plus, I may be a little shit, but I'm not without some skill thanks to Everly’s men and Zayn. They've all made sure I can wield a knife effectively.

“Dinnae fash yerself.”

“I’m fine.”

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