Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

“Tough enough to be your lifesaver,” I said, seizing the opportunity, my heart racing as I gathered my courage. I sat up straighter, ignoring the stab of pain in my arm. “Which means you owe me, asshole.”

“Do I now?” His voice was amused, but there was wariness in his eyes.

“Delete them,” I said firmly, my jaw set in determination. “The photos

you took of me. Delete all of them. Every. Single. One.”

Drake’s eyebrow arched higher. “A rescue with conditions? That

doesn’t sound very heroic of you.”

“Heroic?” I scoffed, letting out a harsh laugh that hurt my chest. “I

never claimed to be a fucking hero. I’m just a woman who’s tired of

being blackmailed by a controlling dickhead.”

Drake studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. My

skin crawled under his scrutiny, but I refused to look away this time,

meeting his gaze with defiant eyes.

“You’ve been planning this little speech, haven’t you?” he finally said,

his lips quirking. “Waiting for the right moment to cash in your good

deed?”

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Heat rushed to my face, spreading down my neck. My hands clenched

the blanket so tightly my knuckles turned white. “That’s not-”

“It’s exactly what you’re doing,” he interrupted, but his voice lacked

its usual edge. “Fine. Stay in the hospital, recover properly, and when

we’re discharged, I’ll delete them. I keep my word.”

I narrowed my eyes, suspicion coiling in my gut like a venomous

snake. “Just like that?” My voice dripped with disbelief.

“Just like that.” He closed his eyes, effectively ending the

conversation.

I lay back, processing his unexpected agreement, my mind racing

through all the possible angles, all the ways this could be another

trap. My arm throbbed painfully, a reminder of the ordeal we’d

survived. After a few minutes of silence, I reached for my clothes,

intending to check myself out. Hospital bills were expensive, and I

didn’t have insurance that would cover an extended stay.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Drake’s voice stopped me. My

shoulders tensed automatically at his tone.

“Home,” I said without looking at him, still rummaging for my

clothes. “Not all of us can afford luxury hospital stays, your

highness.”

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“The entire team is here,” Drake said, his voice matter–of–fact. “And

Wright’s men are outside. You walk out of this hospital, and you’re a

moving target.”

I paused, my fingers gripping the thin hospital blanket. A cold dread washed over me, settling in the pit of my stomach. “What do you

mean?” My voice came out smaller than I intended.

“You think Samuel will let this go? You were in the wrong place at the

wrong time. You heard something you shouldn’t have, and you saw

his men try to kill us.” Drake’s eyes were hard. “They know what you

look like, Elsa. They’ll find you easily.”

A chill ran down my spine, raising goosebumps along my arms. I

hadn’t considered that. In my rush to get away from Drake, I’d

forgotten the very real danger waiting outside. “Shit,” I whispered,

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