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    Getting killed is not on my agenda. Yeah, that would be; fuck no. A quick glance around the room, and I see the knife and rope are still on the bed. In one smooth move I’ve got the rope in one hand while I fist the knife in the other, hilt up and tip point down. Without a glance, I tie a slip knot using only one hand.
    Ford assesses me but my eyes are on the guy in the doorway. Seeing Ford just followed me out of the bathroom in only a robe… clearly, the other guy is the threat. When my mind flashes with that thought, I see Yegor’s hand slide towards his back.
    My arm shoots out before he can draw his gun. The lasso hits Ford around the neck in one swing. Yeah, I’m that good with a rope. Stepping forward and pulling the rope at the same time, I straddle his back. My arm that’s holding the knife wraps around the front of his neck. The tip of the blade digs lightly into his skin.
    With my mouth close to his ear, I breathe out the words. “How does it feel to have the tables turned? This time, the woman is going to kill you after you’ve had your fun. That’s what you do, right? Kill them after you’ve had your fun?”
    He doesn’t tense up or act shocked. The bastard just chuckles. “Put the gun away Yegor. I’m going to keep this one.”
    Yegor doesn’t even hesitate to lower his gun and tuck it away. That kind of loyalty and trust is something I only have with my right-hand man, just like Ford seems to have with his. Yeah, I try to know a bit about every gang. That’s important information to have in a sticky situation. Look at it as a life and death necessity thing; it’s all in the details.
    I’m going to ignore the ‘I’m going to keep this one’ statement for now. Taking the situation into account, I choose to trust Ford’s word and I slide off his back. I ease the knife from his throat and with one hard throw, I bury it deep into the closet door. With both hands free, I step around him so I can look him in the eyes and loosen the rope from around his neck. Casually, as if I’m loosening the tie of my date for tonight.
    “Why the fuck did you have to ruin the closet door?” He growls at me.
    For growling at me, I tighten the rope before removing it. “Because, Slick… I’m not yours to keep.”
    His eyes narrow to slits.
    Before I think things through, I blurt, “If you play nice, I may let you tie me up again.”
    His hands slide to my wrists as he guides his head out of the rope. Leaning down, his mouth goes to my ear. “You are mine and I will be tying you up again.” He nibbles on my earlobe. “If you play nice.”
    The harsh sound of someone clearing their throat makes me step back from his body before I jump him again, in a more pleasurable manner.
    “Boss, this really can’t wait.”
    Ford nods at his man. “Speak freely.”
    Yegor takes a deep breath and looks back at me before his eyes find Ford again. “They tried to kidnap Borya. They shoved him into a car but when they started the vehicle, it exploded.”
    He waits a moment for the curses that leave Ford’s mouth to tamper down before he continues, “That guy from Broken Deeds Motorcycle Club was there, Depay. They tried to take Nikki too, but Depay prevented that so they only took Borya. Anyway… Depay dragged him out of the burning car. Thank fuck he’s a volunteer fireman.” Yegor shakes his head. “Borya has second and third degree burns on his right hand, arm and shoulder. Depay’s EMT training came in handy”
    “Fuck! His fucking hand? What’s the latest? Any dead? Who the fuck did this? You got anything?” Ford scrubs a hand through his wet hair but stays calm, well except for his mouth.
    “The guy who tried to kidnap him died and another one was critical but died on the way to the hospital. It was the Rybin Gang, Boss.”
    The moment Yegor states it was my gang, fear envelopes my heart. Not only for my own life but also what happened to my guy and maybe the worst thing… Who died? Which two guys?