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She sed hard Her eyes darted to a nearby chair piled high with her clothing

“Here?” he asked, tossing aside panties, bras, jeans, and shirts When Grant reached the bottom of her dirty laundry, stark determination marked his face as he fished her phone out of her purse “From now on, when I ask you a question, you provide an answer or face the punishment”

“If you call him, he will kill me”

“Bullshit!” Grant screa her He was in her face, pointing his finger within an inch of her nose She stilled against his fury, understanding he wouldn’t listen now His anger drove hihtly drawn cords pulsed in his neck “You listen to me, woman, and you listen well

“You are a precious huardless of the poor choices you’ve made, Blake and I still love you That said, whether we loved you or not, you’re our best friends’ sister You’re a woht to abuse you”

Morgan looked at her hands “Untie me”

“No”

“Then what makes you any different than Kilo?”

“You know the answer to that,” Grant retorted, backing away “I love you and would never hurt you”

“Kilo may have loved me, too”

“Like hell he did!” Blake interjected “Love isn’t a seruan It isn’t the juice for a junkie, and you das”

“At one ti on by a thread Grant couldn’t call Kilo If Grant minded his own business, h to make a few deals when absolutely necessary

“You’re afraid of losing Kilo altogether If you don’t have his intensify? Hmm? When you need just a small fix to tide you over, ill you do?” Grant taunted her

Oh God, she was slipping again and Grant apparently recognized her inevitable fall The angst of desiring her drug all over again sent her reeling “I

want to leave Now!”