Page 63 of Dirty Behavior

My gut was screeching for me to bolt, to finally listen to its voice and just take off running at full speed. But I couldn't.

I heard Dante's screams, I heard the beating. I had to know if he was dead or alive.

Remo's hands moved over the locks, clicking and sliding them free. Opening the door, he pulled it into the hall and stepped back. “Here, go on, look for yourself.”

The knife was still in my hand, firmly resting level with his chin. Leaning over, I hesitated, closing my eyes briefly. As they peeled back open, my jaw dropped, eyes bugging out. I went numb, every nerve in my body exploded.

“Is that what you wanted to see, Love?”

I wasn't ready.

I could never have been ready.

And my gut was right again.

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