Damian's Assassin (Chapter Five, page 2 of 12)


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"Bianca!" he barked. She groaned and rolled onto her side. "Bianca!"

"Yeah?" the woman mumbled and pushed herself up.

"Clean up this shit," he ordered. "Rule number two: if you make a mess, clean it up."

"Okay," she said in a sleepy voice.

He looked at her again, taking in her warm features and shapely body. Her hair was free, the long, loose curls cascading down her shoulders and back. His gaze lingered before he strode towards his bedroom, determined to get a few hours of sleep.

"Dusty," she called, rising and following him. "Thank you for rescuing me today." I don't know what to think about everyone you killed, but I do appreciate you protecting me."

"It's my job." He faced her when she said nothing in response and didn't leave his bedroom. She chewed her lower lip, warm eyes troubled.

"I don't really have a choice about anything going on, do I?" she asked. "I have to be a member of your group, and I have to stay here so the bad guys don't get me."

"For the most part, the major decisions were made for you," he replied. "You do have the choice of sharing my bed or sleeping on the couch."

His words took her a minute to register. She flushed and looked him over, then took a step back in to the living room. Dusty tossed his phone on the nightstand and set the alarm clock.

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