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Jake's voice went low, threatening. "I want it filed today," he repeated, "whatever it costs. And make certain the ruling is sealed and doesn't become a media event. I mean that, John. You make certain anyone seeing those papers understands there will be severe repercussions if it comes out that I'm not her biological father." He looked over his shoulder, pinning Stillman with a hard gaze. "I'll make it my business to destroy them if they fuck this up. You let them know who they're dealing with."

Stillman stood behind him for a long time, then went to sit down, waiting for the nurse to bring the papers to fill out. He wasn't surprised when an administrator brought the paper immediately. Jake took his time, penning neatly, making certain the child would be safe should anything happen to the mother. Stillman stayed quiet in a corner, feeling as though he couldn't leave Jake alone, although the man so obviously wanted to be.

Jake began to pace like a dangerous animal. He felt dangerous, scattered, out of control--all things that brought the leopard close to the surface. His skin itched and his temper smoldered. He found himself angry with Emma for continuing a pregnancy that could kill her. He was angry with himself for allowing her to get close enough to him to make him feel so lost without her. He didn't honestly know how it had happened when he'd set out to entrap her.

He rested his hand on the window, spreading his fingers wide, his throat raw, his belly in tight, protesting knots.

The glass fogged from his breath and he traced letters in the mist. Let her live. Three words. That was all. A lifetime of nothing and finally Emma. Let her live. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against the pane. He didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about her, but he knew if she made it through this, he would have to distance himself enough to regain the control between them. Please, God, if you exist, let her live.

He closed his eyes and breathed deep, turning his will to find her. Emma. I won't let you leave me. You can't go. Do you hear me? I'm giving you an order. Hang on to life. The children need you. Kyle. Andraya.

He wouldn't use himself as a bargaining chip. She didn't look at him with that look. The one she reserved for Kyle. Or Andrew. That bastard Andrew, who'd had it all. We have a baby girl. A beautiful little girl. Live for her.

For me. Live for me.

Why couldn't anyone love him? He pulled back and stared at his own reflection. Cold. Unfeeling. The eyes of a predator. Yet right then he wasn't unfeeling. His lungs heaved and his eyes burned. The leopard leapt and roared, clawed for freedom to protect him from too much feeling.

He smelled Emma's blood long before the doctor made his way down the hall to where he waited, his pulse pounding, afraid to move, to turn, to see the look on the man's face.

"Mr. Bannaconni?"

"Just tell me." Jake kept his back to the man, his shoulders stiff, his spine straight.

"Your fiancee is in recovery. We had to give her a great deal of blood, but she made it through the surgery. We've done our best to correct the damage that occurred at the time of the accident, so it's possible she could carry another child sometime in the future, but she has to get through tonight. She's weak, Mr. Bannaconni. I won't lie to you. We aren't out of the woods yet."

Jake swung around, golden eyes glittering, so that the doctor sucked in his breath and stepped back a pace. "I want to see her now. Take me to her."

"She's in recovery. You'll have to wait until she's out and in her room."

Jake's eyes narrowed and he took a step forward. A low, warning growl rumbled in his throat. Stillman leapt up and stepped between the two men.

"I suggest, Doctor, that you take Mr. Bannaconni to his fiancee immediately. If anyone can ensure that she doesn't die, it will be him. He won't be in your way." The lawyer's voice was smooth, but left little to argue with.

The doctor reached behind him and slid his card through the mechanism to disengage the lock. "This way, sir."

Jake followed the man to the recovery room. Emma looked small and lost, her face white, her eyes closed. There was blood in one bag and a clear liquid in another. Brenda Hacker shot him a quick, reassuring smile as she toed a chair in his direction. Jake straddled it up near Emma's head, facing her, and settled in for a long night. He had no intentions of losing Emma at this point, and if sheer will meant anything, she would be staying right with him.

5

SEVENTEEN MONTHS LATER

"YOU keep it up, boss man, and we're not going to have any crew left," Drake Donovon said. He leaned forward in the saddle and spat on the ground. "You've always been as mean as a snake, Jake, but now you're getting downright ugly."

"You think I give a damn whether they like me or not?" Jake snarled. "And don't call me 'boss man.' You only do it when you're pissed."

Drake shrugged. "You lose me any more of my crew and I'll be walking myself." His probing gaze slid over Jake, clearly assessing him. "You brought me here to educate you about your heritage, but you don't listen to me." He looked around, his face suddenly etched with something close to sorrow. "I have a hard time breathing here. If I can't be of help to you, I need to go back to the forest where I belong."

"No way, Drake. I need you here." Jake cursed the fact that he'd been so moody, so edgy, everything and everyone around him making him want to fight, to rip and tear at anything. The mood swings didn't seem to let up, not for a moment, and the black temper rode him so hard that he actually felt uncomfortable even in his own skin. He knew he had a cruel side to him, he just hadn't been so aware of it slipping out before he could get control. He despised that part of him, so like his parents, so cutting and cold. He'd sworn he would never be like that, yet here he was, the master of cruelty.

What the hell had Emma said to him the other night while he lay on her bed, his blood pounding with need in his veins. Power corrupts. It had been another night where neither could sleep and they'd engaged in one of their common "we don't know what the hell we're talking about" conversations, but that little phrase stuck in his head. His parents were corrupted by the need for money and power. Was it possible he was just as corrupted? He hated admitting to Emma he had a sense of entitlement.

"I listen to you, Drake," Jake said. Drake Donovon was not a man to be pushed around. Danger lurked just beneath the surface. He was a good man to have on one's side, but would definitely make a bitter, unrelenting enemy. Jake raked his fingers through his hair, wanting to jump out of his skin. If he ever needed anyone in his life right then, it was Drake.

Drake shook his head. He was built along the same lines as Jake, broad shoulders; thick, muscular chest; ropes of muscles along his arms and thighs. An enormously strong man, yet lithe and fluid, moving silently, like water flowing over rock. It wasn't difficult to notice the pronounced limp he had when he moved. When he was still, everything stopped. He became so still he was nearly a part of his surroundings. His blond hair was shaggy and untamed, his eyes a little strange, piercing and focused, a brilliant golden green.

"You need a woman. I told you, you can't go that long and let the tension build up."

"I've had women, sometimes twice in a day. A few times more, damn it. It doesn't do any good. I'm still as hard as a rock and feel meaner than ever. It claws at me day and night until I think I'm going insane. I haven't slept in weeks. I can barely walk half the time, and if a man comes near the house, I want to rip his fucking head off." Not to mention, when he lay beside Emma on her bed, he felt guilty, as though he'd betrayed her. And worse, he wanted to attack her. He was afraid he might actually lose control one day and just roll her under him and

bury himself deep and hard, the way he wanted.

Drake blinked, his eyes suddenly narrowing, one eyebrow shooting up. "Near the house?" he echoed. "And what claws at you?"

"I need sex every minute, but when a woman touches me, I end up despising them. My skin crawls and I find myself doing things, saying things . . ." He broke off, his lips tightening. "I'm not very proud of myself. I act like a bastard--and they just come back for more. Then I walk into the house and it starts all over again."

"You have a woman there. Emma."

Drake's voice irritated Jake when he said her name. Smooth. Like velvet. Knots formed in his belly. "What about her?"

"She takes care of your son. Your house. Does all the things a man's woman does for him. But you don't have sex."

"That's right." Jake's voice rumbled with a low, warning growl. He didn't want Drake, with his good looks and charm, going up to the house with Emma. That would push Jake right over the edge. "Not with Emma."

Drake frowned at the sound of Jake's voice. He took a good long look at Jake's eyes and body language. "I thought this woman was just your housekeeper, but you're pretty wound up about her, Jake." Now there was curiosity in Drake's voice.

Jake didn't want Drake or anyone else curious about Emma. He hadn't expected to want to be with her. To feel a sense of peace even with his body raging out of control. She was supposed to want to be with him, not the other way around. She'd turned his entire life upside down and he couldn't do a damned thing about it. She had him suffering , physically, emotionally, in every way possible and his temper was getting shorter and shorter.

"I'm wound up, but not because of her," Jake lied. And it was a lie. Blatant. Stupid. Hell, he was obsessive over Emma and getting worse every day.

He used every excuse to go into her room at night. He was pathetically grateful for the nightmares she sometimes had, and for the fact that she'd gotten used to him stretching out beside her while they talked in hushed, intimate voices. Of course she didn't know his body was as hard as a rock, and that the moment he left her, he jerked off like some silly teenage boy with no control.


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