Escape:Target D916 Book 2 |✓|

Chapter 17

Sabrina huffed as Draven handed her the knife.
"Draven are you sure?" She pouted and he nodded. He handed her the tweezers and her hand quaked before he grabbed it, rubbing his thumb over the back.
"It's okay Angel" He whispered but she shook her head.

"I'm scared. What if I hurt you?" She whined with indignation as well as inhibition.
" You won't. I trust you, Angel. Hey..." He kissed her hand. "I love you and I trust you with my life. Come here" He whispered, and she leaned down as her lips descended into his passionately.

" I'm here Angel" He whispered, and she nodded, kissing him briefly before he lowered his head. Sighing, she began to calm her anxiety, forcing the cease of her trembling hand. She kissed the back of his neck making him grin before she slowly dragged the knife down his skin. "Deeper Angel" He instructed and winced as she obliged, and blood began drooling down.

She quickly grabbed the towel, wiped it up, holding it against his incision. "Slow," He said and she gripped the tweezers. Right then and there she wanted to puke but held it all in as she felt the hardness of the chip, making him hiss. "Oh my god! Did I hurt you?"

"No Angel keep going" He lied, because it did hurt, but nothing that wasn't worth handling.

She gripped the chip again and began to slowly pull when he gripped her hand hard, realizing something had been attached. She halted all movements but still spoke. " It's attached to something. Oh my god it's so disgusting" She turned her head, but Draven ignored her theatrics as he saw the blinking red danger sign before his eyes.

"D916, can you hear me?" He heard the same voice he had when he had his panic attack. "Listen to me. If you take the chip out, you will die. It's attached to your prefrontal cortex; it is to destroy if removed. Don't take it out"

He rolled his eyes. Even he knew if a chip was inside of you, it would do much more harm than good to take it out.
"I don't give a damn about taking it out, how the hell do I stop you from looking in?" Because damn he hated knowing someone out there could see him and Sabrina.

"Draven... you have already done that. I don't know how but yesterday you blocked your mind from me. It doesn't matter how, what matters is you can't allow Boss to know this. Is there anything I can help you with?"

His eyebrows furrowed. Had he done it already? How? And why did she want him to hide it? Why had she helped?

" Why are you helping me?"
" I can't say there are too many ears."

He rolled his eyes. "Then find a way to meet me"

Sabrina stared at him confused had been talking to himself or maybe not. Draven instructed Sabrina to release the chip from her hold and she began patching his nape back together. While she began creating Amateur stitches, he directed his attention back to the woman, which he explained to Sabrina, were who he spoke to.

"Did she help make the chip?" She questioned but he didn't know. He only recognized her voice. He hadn't known much about the chip not even if there were codes or databases inside of it, but he now knew that it had a self-destruct placed when it was put inside of him.

"Draven you have no idea how long you've been a soldier do you?" She suddenly asked and he realized they never spoke about it. He apparently didn't get the time range from his memories. He didn't know how far back they were, but they had been further because Jr was so small at the time.

"Initially I assumed my entire life. I couldn't remember anything but my life as a soldier, but now I see that wasn't it. You told me we met 4 years ago in the facility. Was I—"

" Yes," She sighed. He had been a soldier for four years. Them four years Sabrina waited, and he hadn't given her a thought.

Then he smirked. "I, a 25-year-old was with an 18-year-old? Damn" He chuckled, and her eyebrow arched in question. He side glanced at her with a look that said, 'Daddy Draven I am' and she groaned pushing him away.