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But, he opens the door to the backseat for me all the same, ever the gentleman-predator.
I can’t help but notice he still hasn’t looked my way. Instead, his eyes are busy, scanning the quiet street with cold, calculating intent.
While I suppose it’s his job, there’s something about it that makes me a little uneasy. Who is Thorne that he needs not one, but two, bodyguards with him to attend a simple party?
Whatever, that’s the least of my concerns right now.
I’m going to need a damn step stool in order to get in and out of this tank; it’s so high off the ground.
“Allow me.” Thorne sweeps in front of the open door and offers a hand to help me step up into the monstrous vehicle.
I gingerly rest my fingers on top of his offered palm, and there’s a jolt of electricity that flashes between us upon contact. So much so that I can’t help but gasp and steal a glance at his face.
His expression is a guarded fortress. I’m reminded for a brief second of my initial hesitation to even agree to go out with him tonight, but swallow that instinctive fear down.
I’ve been safely away from that world long enough. My father has always known where I am. If he wanted to take me by force, he could have done so years ago.
Move forward. Live a full life. I toss one of the little mantras I’ve clung to for years around my mind.
As I settle into my luxury, caramel-leather seat, my door is slammed shut and the men all move around the outside of the vehicle with choreographed precision.
My date slides into the back to join me from the other side of the vehicle; meanwhile, the two most gorgeous security operatives the world has ever seen clamber into the front.
The engine rumbles to life.
My door locks automatically with a menacing thunk.
Out of nowhere, and before I can react or cry out or punch the fucking devil himself in the throat, a flash of metal catches the corner of my eye.
A syringe is jabbed into the back of my neck.
I futilely try to slap or grab at it, but the man beside me is a viper. Pinning my wrists together while heartless eyes watch me succumb to his poison.
I’m nothing more than a foolish, stupid girl.
One who has fallen head-first into their trap.
The luxury leather interior, the locked door, and the evening sky outside slip sideways as I’m tugged under. The effect of whatever he just shot me up with takes hold almost immediately.
A powerful wave consumes everything.
Drowning me in darkness.
4
There could be much worse ways to spend an evening than with a beautiful stranger drugged and comatose in the backseat of your car.
It sure beats spending my night knee-deep in blood.
Although there’s still plenty of time left for that if duty, or the Anguis, calls.
I steal another glance in the rearview mirror at our lilac-haired captive.
Her face is slack, body lying twisted against the door at an awkward angle—slumped, pale-faced, and pressed into the window—from when the drugs kicked in and her muscles went limp.
This was all Thorne’s plan. He found a way for us to collect our vengeance owed, and who would have thought it would come in the form of Andreas Noire’s only daughter.
She’s ours now, set to serve in the stead of the asshole who, by all rights, should be hanging from a meat hook in our warehouse, bleeding out, while we slowly extract every pound of flesh we’re owed.
