Page 50 of Attraction

“What the hell has got into you?” Her eyes dart around to the front of the line just praying Darius hasn’t seen what’s going on, but he has. “You’re sick, you know that? I can’t believe you’re going to screw this up for me.” She hushes her voice, hoping that this incident can just go away—wrong, things are about to get a whole lot worse.

“What the hell’s going on back there?” Darius screams down the line.

Zak sighs loudly. “Oh no, you’re fucked now, man. He is so pissed.”

Still full of an excited playful attitude, and chewing furiously on his gum, Digby sits on the ground with his legs apart, and laughs. “So … that’s a no to a magic rub then Doc?”

“Fuck you!” she curses loudly, inches from his face, her eyes glaring with rage.

She takes a breath, so wanting to smack him hard. Looking up, she sighs as Darius comes storming towards them. “What the fuck’s going on here?”

“Um…” she stammers, worried that if he realizes what Digby’s been doing—they’ve been doing, joke or not, that they’re going to be in trouble. “Digby fell and he… he um, he thought he’d strained something when he climbed that rock.”

“Oh, did he… Really?” Darius shakes his head, knowing she’s fallen for some ploy by his over amorous number-two. “And let me guess… it was a mistake? What he really wanted was your hand on his dick, right?”

Digby laughs. “Ah… you got me! But you know Dee, when you get us a medic that looks this hot, what’s a guy supposed to do?” He leans back, and it’s like he doesn’t care what trouble they’re in or how pissed Darius is, it’s almost like he’s drunk. He is, he’s intoxicated by her scent, and being around her is making him high.

Darius has no clue what’s wrong with him, but he’s just as furious as Kat right now. “You know Digby if she passes this test—which right now seems highly unlikely—I might have to consider who I need on this team.”

The comment makes Digby immediately focus, and he sobers up, sitting forward. “And what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you two keepscrewin’around, especially while we’re working, and I’m going to have no choice but to separate you—permanently!If that means losing one of you from this team… well, wise up sunshine, cos I need a medic more than I need an oversexed operator. So, before you pull another stunt like this, think, Golden-boy. Now, put your dick away and focus up!”

Digby frowns, it’s his turn for a flare of temper. “Wait!” He grabs at Darius’ arm. “What the fuck are you sayin’? Are you sayin’ you’re gonna drop me from this team? Cos if you are, you need to make that clear to everyone.” He’s up on his feet and face to face with Darius and as they glare at each other, there’s a hissing of air through teeth and Digby growls loudly under his breath.

“I didn’t say that, but you keep fuckin’ around and just maybe I will.”

“You’re so full of shit… you know that? And you know this team won’t follow you without me.” He grins as they continue staring eye-to-eye at each other.

“Oh, you wanna test that theory? Cos I can arrange it… just try me.” Darius is growing more furious and Zak and Bud sprint back to intervene—separating the pair of them. “Whoa! Now, just calm the hell down and both of you take a breath.”

QT moves in next to an extremely worried Kat—she’s bewildered by their behavior. QT smiles. “D-don’t w-worry… it-it will be f-fine… they do th-this from t-time to time.”

She sighs, biting her lip and watching as Darius strides away, distancing himself from the situation. “I’m sorry.” She quickly apologizes, “it was my fault, I should have known he was just joking and I shouldn’t have fallen for it.”

“Pick your fuckin’ gear up!” He sneers at her and she takes a step back, apprehensive of his tone. As she does Darius takes hold of her—his hands grabbing forcefully at her body protector. “You mess my fuckin’ team up and I’ll make sure you never work in another unit—anywhere. Am I being clear?”

She gulps nervously. Not wanting to anger him more, she nods. “Yeah, clear but… I-I didn’t do this… I mean, I didn’t know he was—”

“I don’t wanna hear it. I said get your fuckin’ gear.”

“Hey… asshole… get you’re fuckin’ hands-off her!” Digby interjects. “This was my mess up—not hers. It was just a damn joke, so lighten up.”

“Joke? You wanna joke around… grow up—this is a fuckin’ exercise. You know what, you’d have never pulled shit like this before.”

“Before?Before what?”

Digby pushes furiously against Darius and Zak steps in. “Digby, back off man!”

“Before …her,” Darius answers.

“Fuck you!” Digby glares, his eyes filled with icy rage, his inner wolf pacing and clawing at his insides to get out. Zak steps back and sighs but then before they exchange any more words Digby crashes to the ground, his legs kicked from under him. “What the fu—!”

As he scrambles to get up, Darius puts his boot on him firmly holding him down. “Just stay the hell down!”

“What the hell was that for?” Zak frowns furiously and he now turns on Darius as the rest of the team steps up.

Ozzie’s desperately trying to calm everyone, but Darius shoves him away as he leans over Digby. “You wanna play at being her patient, then fine.” He kicks again, intentionally hard this time, at Digby’s shin making him whimper. His face grimaces in pain and Darius kicks him again in the thigh. It tingles with numbness, then deadens, and Digby lays still on the ground as Darius walks away. Dragging his hands through his hair, Darius takes a breath, calming himself.

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