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Regan Wallis was a lunatic. He was also the lunatic with a knife on her throat. Now, normally Stephanie Plum wouldn't hesitate to kick the shit out of him, but he had her at every disadvantage. It was a simple distraction job, she fit the bill of women that he was normally attracted to and she had even put in the extra effort to add some sparkle to her eyes.

The guys were eying the two of them, Lester and Bobby had a gun trained at Regan, whilst Tank was standing five feet away, his hands fisted at his side. Stephanie didn't know where Ranger had gone off to, but she hoped that if today was her last day on the planet, then he wouldn't be there to watch her die.

Trembling as she thought back, she remembered suddenly being thrown, the knife thinly scratching her neck. She fell into Tank's arms in time to see Ranger slice Regan's head with his own knife. She saw the barely concealed rage and fury in his eyes. She could feel the warm blood splash her. Tank had carried her out of there before she could see Regan fall to the ground, but she knew she would never forget the thud and the crunch of the body falling to the ground and the sound of breaking bones.

She shook as she realised what she had witnessed. Bobby was looking concerned as he checked her vitals. She hadn't stopped trembling for the past hour.

The soft rhythmic tapping of boots made Stephanie aware that someone was about to approach her. The smell of Bulgari engulfed her and she started trembling violently. She pushed Ranger away with as much force as she could muster, but in her weakened state, it didn't get her very far.

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A/N: Okay so yeah my life is falling apart but I will have most of this story up tonight. Please review, and sorry for any and all mistakes. Trying something new here, so please bare with me. I'll have them together in the end