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“Why is there a dead body in your house?”

Everybody spun towards the voice in the doorway and my heart sank.

“Benjamin, I can explain.”

Chapter Eleven

Benji

There was a body.

A dead body.

On the floor.

It smelt like he’d probably died a few days ago and he looked like he’d been mauled by a bear.

“Is this a normal occurrence for you?” I asked. “To have a corpse delivered with a bow?”

Damyr stood and turned towards me, uncertainty crossing his features. “You shouldn’t have to see this.”

I snorted. This was not the first time I’d seen a dead body and I’d seen worse injuries than what this poor guy had been through. “Oh, honey, I worked in the emergency department. I’ve seen worse.”

He frowned at me and clenched his jaw, as if the thought of me seeing something so distasteful pissed him off.

“He shouldn’t be here, Boss,” Vlad the tank said, his deep voice carrying as he eyeballed me intently from behind Damyr’s shoulder.

“Let the little bird stay,” Byron said as he ruffled my hair with a grin on his face that was a little unsettling. I didn’t think it was with affection, judging by the playful glint in his frigid eyes.

“Don’t call me that,” I said as I elbowed Byron in his chest.

The maniac huffed a laugh and swatted my ass. “Careful now, or I’ll think you want to play.”

I saw Damyr’s left eye twitch as he watched Byron.Interesting.

“Maybe later,” I said with a waggle of my eyebrows.

Byron’s manic grin widened. “Are you sure—”

“Benjamin.” Damyr hissed my name with a sharp warning. “Come here.”

“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Byron crooned in my ear.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, and stepped towards Damyr.

Byron latched his fingers into my hair and twisted the strands, pulling me to a stop. My head was yanked backwards, and Byron’s breath tickled my ear. “I’m not into that. I’m more like the kind of guy who will chase you and fuck you where I find you.”

I gulped. That sounded… intense. And a little scary and definitely not my cup of tea.

Maybe teasing the maniac wasn’t the safest thing for my health.

“Are we seriously going to watch Byron hump this guy’s leg?” Vlad drawled as he turned his attention back to the dead body.

“I wouldn’t mind watching,” Damyr’s wife said, her eyes trained on Byron with a hunger that looked a little dark.

“Enough!” Damyr growled. “Byron, let him go.”

Byron immediately released me, a soft laugh tumbling from his lips. “Sure thing, Boss. He’s too pretty for me anyway.”

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