The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

“You don't remember." She muttered something under her breath, and I could tell they'd drugged her or something. "Saff, sweetheart, I need you to pay attention to me. Why do you know about my flat?"

“It's so pretty. So much light."

Except, my flat was dark, and God, they'd really given her something. I didn't know what it was, but I needed her to shake it off. “I'll be right back, okay? Stay covered. You're hit, I don't know how many points."

She smiled up at me, the way she’d never smiled at me before. “I'm sorry I left," she whispered.

I frowned. "Left where?"

“I really had fun."

I couldn't understand what the hell she was talking about or what she was saying. Before I could ask, she passed out again.

Fuuuck.

Suddenly, the target at the door was more than one target. I peeked out from around the cupboard, fired off two shots, and got one target down, but the other one nicked me. I cursed and saw that I'd taken a shoulder hit, which meant I had to shift my gun to my other hand. Fucking hell. Left-handed shooting. No wonder Saff had insisted I practice it at the range. Two more targets, then I could pick her up and carry her the fuck out of there.

I rolled out, trying to catch the target that was headed toward the loft. Probably to get higher ground so they could shoot down on me. I hit him, but again, only a hip shot. He fired at me again. I ducked and rolled behind the couch, and then I was up popping off two squeezes.

Green light.

Finally, the other target in the doorway was the only one left. I spun on my knee and got him.

I did a quick sweep, only popping my head barely up out of position to make sure I had all targets down. The hall had a lot of green lights. Excellent. And then I ran back to Saff and scooped her up. “You're okay. I've got you."

Her scent continued to wrap around me and then pulled at another memory. A fantasy that had been playing in my mind for weeks now. Saff over me, riding me, her perfect tits bouncing with each movement. Me sitting up to shove one of her pebbled nipples in my mouth, and the way she arched her back, smooth and lithe, giving me access. Fuck. Why that fucking fantasy? Why now?

You don't have time for this. Get out.

I didn't know how long we'd been in here, but I hoped to Christ I’d beat Saint. At the very least, Rook.

As I carried her out toward the exit, I wished I could explain it, but there was that sense of unease that prickled. I put her down and placed her against the door, covered her body with mine, and fired at the target that had apparently been hiding in my cupboard.

Green light.

Behind me, gun still raised, I reached for the exit door, shoved it open, scooped her up, and walked through.

And all I heard after was the buzzer.

* * *

Saffron

I blinked slowlyawake and I winced at the brightness of the room. What the fuck? Why was I in med bay?

“Good, you're awake."

Startled, I snapped my head to the left and found Lock sitting by my beside.

“What are you—why am I in med bay?"

“I think they overdosed you formy trial."

His trial? Oh God. "Shit, are you okay? How did you do?"

That slow smirk I'd come to know and need appeared as he watched me.

“I passed, of course."