Chapter 42

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"Lydia? What are you doing here?" I asked just as I came back to the loft.

The door slid open Braeden was standing in her bra and underwear, Derek was only in his sweats both holding their guns at me and Lydia.

Lydia looked up and screamed while I covered my ears.

"Y/n, you ok?" Derek asked after Lydia left.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said after he brought me inside.

"You're soaked and your cold" He said

"Yeah, it's pouring outside" I said. Derek grabbed one of his shirts and handed it to me. Removing my clothes in front of him and Braden I threw Derek's shirt over me. I could feel his eyes on me as I changed.

"What?" I asked

"Are you sure you're ok?" He asked placing his hands on my waist and checking me

"Stop worrying, I'm fine" I said

"You're lying" Derek said as he followed me to my room

"Somethings bothering you" Derek said as he closed the door

"Yeah, Lydia's behavior bothered me" I said

"Derek, remember when you said banshess predict death?" I asked

"Yeah" Derek answered as he watched me

"Do you know who it is?" He asked

"No" I lied. That night as we lay in bed I turned to look at Derek, he was going to die soon that's why Lydia was at the loft tonight and I couldn't tell Derek.

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I woke up the next morning and jumped in the shower. Derek was still asleep while changed into a black lace panty and a black lace bra. I threw Dereks shirt from last night on and threw my hair in a bun.


"Derek, get your ass up" I said grabbing one of my pillows and hitting him with it. He groaned and opened one eye.

"Don't you work today?" He asked

"No, I'm off" I said. Derek laid on his back so I straddled his waist. Realizing what I was doing I moved to get off of him when he grabbed my hips growling he flipping us over, pinning me beneath him.


"Derek" I warned

"You're fault for wearing only my shirt with lace under it" He said huskily. He ran his hand up my thigh hooking it around his waist. Flipping us over again I straddled him again.

"You know I like seeing you on top, much as I enjoy the view I'd prefer to have you on the bottom" Derek growled his hands sliding up my thighs.

"Why?" I asked. He sat up and leaned towards my ear

"Because I could have my way with you" He growled in my ear, placing my hands on his shoulders I pulled away from him slightly and got off of him giving him a teasing smile. Derek got out of bed and changed.


We were sitting on the couch when the loft door slid open and Scott walked in with the duffle bag full of money.


"Derek I believe that's yours" I said as Scott sat across from us.

"A duffle bag?" Derek asked

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