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Dane woke to the sound of knocking. She groaned and nudged Drake. He pushed her back and rolled over, pulling the covers over his head. "Someone's at the door," she yawned, pushing him harder.

"Then get it," she heard him growl from the pillow. She kicked him in the side, making him grunt.

"Go get it," she snapped, pushing him to the side of the bed.

He mumbled and rolled over again. "It's either Caine or Diana. And I don't want to deal with either."

Dane shoved him off the bed.

"Bitch," Drake mumbled as he stumbled to the door.

"Dare you to come over here and say that to my face," Dane replied.

Drake gave her the middle finger before opening the door. "What?" he snapped at a frail girl who cowered in front of him.

"Caine wants to see you," she stammered, looking down at the ground.

"Tell him I'm busy," he said and turned to close the door.

"I-I don't think Caine will like that."

Drake turned once again to face her, his cold eyes staring into her terrified ones. "Tell Caine I'm busy or I'll whip the skin off you." He smiled as the girl scrambled down the hall and closed the door. He crawled back onto the bed and climbed on top of Dane, his face just centimeters from hers. "You know, I read that textbook."

"Oh, did you?" Dane smiled.

Drake nodded. "Did you know that you could have sex while you're pregnant?"

Dane smacked Drake across the cheek.

"What the hell was that for?"

"That was for calling me a bitch, flipping me off, and suggesting that we should have sex."

He smiled and pressed his lips against hers. She bit on his lower lip, making him moan. He lifted her shirt, running his hands up and down her side. She arched her back to him and pressed her hands against his chest. Drake moved his lips to her neck, nipping at her throat. He smiled as he heard her moan and twist her fingers into his hair.

Suddenly the door blew open and splintered wood flew through the room. Drake covered Dane, protecting her. When he lifted his head, Caine stood in the middle of the room.

"Too busy for me?" Caine demanded.

"What the hell?" Dane screamed. "That was my fucking door!"

"Shut the hell up," Caine snapped, his eyes locked on Drake. "What part of 'I can kill you with the flick of a wrist' do you not understand? You listen to me, no matter what. I am in charge here, Drake, not you. Get your ass up before I throw you into the wall like Chunk."

Dane struggled to get off the bed and go after Caine but Drake held her down.

"Come on Drake. Let her come at me. I dare her. I want to see just how powerful this bitch really is," Caine taunted.

Dane snapped. She wasn't sure what exactly made her want to hurt Caine, but the feeling was there, and she was sure that feeling was mutual. She shoved Drake to the side and lunged for Caine. Then, what felt like a giant invisible hand smacked her into the wall.

Drake froze when she slumped to the ground in a heap. With a roar, he slammed into Caine and wrapped his whip hand tightly around Caine's neck. He watched Caine's cold eyes widen as he struggled to get air. "You don't need to see how powerful she is," Drake spat. "She's not the one you need to be worried about." He threw Caine towards the doorway and gave Caine a threatening glare, daring Caine to walk back through that door.

Caine stumbled down the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Drake walked over to where Dane lay. He picked her up as gently as he could and carried her to the bed.

Dane giggled and stared up at the ceiling, laughing at her own inner jokes.

"What could possibly be funny?" Drake asked as he lay next to her.

She giggled again. "I've been in my fair share of fights, but I've never been thrown into a wall like that."

Drake smirked. "I can do better."

"I know you can. I used to be your punching bag, remember?"

He squeezed her tight, thinking. It was a few minutes before he replied, "What do you see in me?"

Dane's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Like, I beat the crap out of you, and you stayed. You saw something or you would've left by now."

She looked up at him and realized that Drake was serious. "You want to know why I stayed?"

Drake nodded.

Dane pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket in his jeans and held it up to his face. She unfolded it and Drake recognized the picture she drew of him before the FAYZ began. He knew it was there. He had been carrying it since the day she drew it. Whenever she wasn't around him it burned in his pocket, constantly keeping her on his mind.

"How long have you known it was there?"

"Since the day I saw you take it out of my notebook and put it in your pocket. I don't know why but since that day I saw that you felt something other than hate."

Drake pulled her tighter against him and kissed her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her and Dane hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"Don't fall asleep," Drake mumbled when he saw he breathing become deeper and more even. He heard Dane groan and curl closer to him. He struggled to stay awake but he knew Dane was already asleep and he shifted so she now lay on top of him as he began to drift off.