A detective and his partner walk into a small, windowless room with a terrible view.

“I was kidnapped tonight. It’s not a story. Try not to sound so condescending, would you.” So I left out the getting kissed to death part, but the other is fact. I let my emotions get the best of me when I’m around them and I need reinforcements between me and them to make sure I don’t fall into a situation I’ll never get out of. And believe me, falling into the enemy’s bed is bad. Very bad. “My name is Katriona Kane and Sylan Ward, Drake Montgomery and Grey Hudson all kidnapped me.”

Both detectives exchange a look while the file they came in with is slowly shut and tossed on the table.

My attention darts between them and my heart is pounding so hard I can’t hear what they say next.

“You have to help me. Please. I’m not lying.”

Part of me cringes at getting them in trouble but they didn’t leave me any options when they said shit like, you are ours now and we’ll go over our agreement after we deal with our guest. Doesn’t quite speak of love, does it?

“I’m just seeking protection. Sylan is a powerful man. Please don’t let him find me.”

“Wait here.”

They quietly leave and it’s only a few seconds before the door opens again and my mouth sways open.

I shove to my feet and back against the farthest corner. “Stay away from me. Don’t touch me,” I hiss. I’m not strong enough to fight the power, I’m just not.

“I told you, I own this city. Me. Drake. Grey. We are this city. Did you really think you would slip through our fingers again?”

He crosses the room, hands in his pockets, his hair a little less than perfectly combed. The long dark locks drape across his forehead and my eye is drawn to how tired he looks. Did I do that to him?

Crinkles along the corners of his eyes seem deeper, more pronounced. The pained look in his dark eyes hold mine.

“I don’t know.”

“Never, Katriona. You belong to us. You’re ours and it’s going to take a long time for you to pay off ten million dollars. We can do this with you as our queen or you as our prisoner tied to our bed to do with as we please, when we please. Your choice.”


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