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As she tightened her hand on the brass knob, a faainst her head stilled her

Marty felt adrenaline spike in her veins An icy veil of pure survival instinct raced through her

Would the person wielding the gun actually pull the trigger? She doubted very seriously that Ian Sinclair would employ anyone ouldn’t use every otheran intruder

The press of the cold steel against the back of her head felt pretty dah

"Release the latch" The thick, heavy Middle Eastern accent kicked those survival instincts into overdrive

This wasn’t one of Ian Sinclair’s security guards This was someone else, sohtning-fast flick of her wrist against the latch produced no results, but the quick duck of her head as she swung around, gripped the wrist, and swung her knee into his groin brought a definite response fro as ainto his cock, and at the sa with the side of her head and sla her to the floor

Simultaneously the door flew open, the un was pressed beneath her jaw as behind hiun to his head

"Moha voice with a thick accent rasped from the door

A spate of Arabic followed frohter against her jaw Hell She was in trouble now

"Abram, he has two seconds before I kill him" There was no accent, no inflection in Khalid’s voice There was cold, hard, steely death instead

Marty met Mohammed’s eyes and saw pure black fury as Abram barked another order in Arabic

"You risk your life needlessly, worowled, like a bear that had to fight to find the words Even his voice was scary

The weapon iant lifted from his knees and came away from her Marty stared up at the ht not to s tightly

Abraly in jeans and a black T-shirt He was all but an exact replica of Khalid The same black eyes, the same thick black hair, except Abraave hih to have her glancing quickly froan to take flight and she wondered what it would be likeOh no, she was not going there

Khalid had his third, and she was fine with the decision he had made No way in hell did she want, or need, another Khalid for a third Her life was coh as it were

Khalid and Shayne eased slowly back as Mohammed ca in equal alimmer of pride--stood her fathers

"So rather than simple playtime," she remarked, as she juht have taken a nap instead of slipping in to see what all the interest was here and whether or not I should be jealous"

"Whether or not she should be nosy," Shayne snorted "I’d say not, if she had asked my opinion"

"But I didn’t ask you opinion, did I?"

She didn’t dare aze She turned to her fathers instead

"Really, Dads, you should have warned Khalid about leaving me in the limo You two know me h wiping at it in frustration He was actually fighting a grin--she hoped Zach continued to stare at her as though he had no idea who the hell she was or froe, he had helped trained her He should have known better

Khalid and Shayne were staring at her with the prolared at her Abram Mustafa was the only one who appeared unfazed, in fact, a bit amused She flashed him one of her deceptively sweet smiles as she pushed her hands into the back pockets of her jeans and wondered if her face had started bruising yet Evidently not, because Khalid hadn’t murdered Mohammed yet

"Shall I assuentle at his well-molded lips The short black beard that covered his lower face gave him a piratical look, as the twinkle in his deep, black eyes encouraged her to join in whatever joke he was having at her expense

As she watched Khalid and Shayne cautiously, Abraed her into the room

"Coht confrontation can be witnessed, shall we?"