"My my sweetheart, you shouldn't have done that," Drake whispered, the underlying threat once again seeping through his words. "I don't see why not. You can't tell me what to do Drake." Although I was smirking my tone was icy. He cocked an eyebrow and pressed me against the wall. His posture was hunched, his hands either side of my head. The one rule I had been given during this mission began flashing through my mind which was, don't piss of Drake Collins but all I could think of was well oops, too bad I did.