Deadly Desires

Change of plans

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- M

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I watch as Ivy drops the blue pill on the floor and focuses her gaze back on me. I'm being stupid, I want her dead I should have let her die by taking that poison capulet.

But not here, not like this. She couldn't die like that and fuck she just had to remind me she was a human being. We could be getting life in jail, facing hours of torture or being shot in the back of an alleyway and the only thing she found herself concerned about was her grandmother.

My god.

The two SWAT members walk over to us finally, with about seventeen guns trained on us as our every single move is assessed. This is all mostly for show. The plan had gone askew.

I was supposed to catch Ivy in the act and have her arrested and then deal with her later, it was only members of Shadowborn disguised as police who were meant to show up. But I guess we had actually been caught because out of the twenty men standing in the room with us, only six actually worked for me.

That was not fucking good.

The two men grabbed Ivy and yanked her up, off me and I watched them carefully. They weren't with me which meant I had no idea what they would do to either of us. I had men with me who would defend me if shit went bad, but Ivy didn't have anyone.

And I recognised some of the other officers in here, they were all pigs who would love to have their way with a woman who looked like Ivy.

Fine, for the next hour, Ivy had me to protect her. I'd have to kill her later.

Two other men walked over and grabbed me as they hauled me up, I winced as pain shot down my leg from the stab wound. The stab wound...Ivy had fucking stabbed me. Sure, it was in self-defence and I had her pinned down but still fuck.

Why the hell was I even trying to help her out?

She was walking in front of me when one of the SWAT members broke away from the crowd and grabbed her hair, pulling her towards him and his hand trailed down to her ass, "Been looking for you for a long time, Princess...you recognise me?" He sneered into her ear.

That was why.

"Get off me," She snapped, twisting out of his grasp. I hissed as he grabbed her wrist and threw her against the refrigerator. The men holding me were going to end up on the floor if he didn't get off her. I was the only one to hurt her, she was mine.

"Снимите с нее их и оставайтесь с ней, если кто-нибудь еще прикоснется к ней, я пристрелю всех вас." I called out to my teammates disguised.

They nodded and said a few words to the asshole holding Ivy and he let go and let them grab her. We were both escorted outside where a man walked over to us and handcuffed us.

To each other.

We were handcuffed together.

"What the fuck?" I said out loud, holding my wrist up to show off the handcuffs. Ivy stared at the officers in front of her like they were all insane. I was wondering the same thing.