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He could either kill the little boy now and make a run for it and come back for the babies once they were born or he could take the boy out now and tear the female apart with his hands and pray he did enough damage to make her abort the babies since the babies were protected and could only be harmed if the mother was in severe distress.
None of the options appealed to him, but he knew he couldn’t sit back and risk having three more Pytes in the world. Whatever he did had to happen soon before they scented his presence and took the option out of his hands.
The first chance he got he was taking Marc Williams out.
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“Please start,” she whispered quietly, afraid that any noise would bring a lot of unwanted attention to the fact that she was crouching behind the open driver’s side door of the car Chris had stolen and attempting to hot wire the piece of junk.
Why the hell wasn’t this thing starting? she wondered for the hundredth time. She’d done exactly what the video told her to do. At least she thought she had. After throwing a cautious look over her shoulder to make sure that she was still alone in the very dark parking lot that was really creeping her out, she looked back at her small Netbook and refreshed the video.
“I did that,” she grumbled as she watched the man in the video flick two wires together. “Why the hell didn’t it work?”
“Because you didn’t press the wires together long enough, Munchkin,” Chris mused somewhere behind her, making her freeze in terror.
“Oh,” she said, swallowing hard, trying not to make any sudden moves and give herself away.
“Don’t you have anything that you want to say to me?”
he asked casually, but she could detect some definite anger in his tone and really who could blame him?
She might have gone overboard when she allowed him to piss her off enough to take a little bit of revenge out on him while he’d been handcuffed to the bed. Being left handcuffed to a bed like that by her was probably bad enough and she probably should have left it at that, but he’d pissed her off.
As much as she would love to say that she’d been the bigger person, acted maturely and simply walked out of the room, she couldn’t. After everything that she’d been through she hadn’t been able to leave without exacting a little petty revenge. At the time she knew he’d wring her neck if he ever caught up with her, but it hadn’t mattered. Well, it had, but she’d been admittedly a little pissed to think clearly.
For stealing her chocolate, hanging her upside down, tormenting her, turning her life upside down, treating her like crap and giving her the best sex of her life only to turn around and turn back into Super Jerk she stuffed his sock in his mouth, and not a clean one.
Although she hadn’t understood his mumbling at the time she was pretty sure he threatened her ass with anything but tender loving care. After that she’d hauled ass out of there even though she knew she should do something more to the big jerk for everything else that he’d done to her she couldn’t.
Anyone else probably would have taken the time to get back at him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Not that it wouldn’t have served him right if she’d shoved a bucket of ice down his pants or something equally as mean, but she’d unable to bring herself to do it. As much as it pissed her off to be treated the way she had she understood that he was protecting his family, even if in her opinion he’d been a little insensitive and a big jerk while doing it.
Of course she’d be lying if she said the only reason she didn’t want to take a little sweet revenge on him was just because of his family. It wasn’t. From the second that he came barreling into that dining room she’d felt an odd connection with him, a connection that became almost smothering after they’d had sex.
When she’d handcuffed him to the bed she immediately felt as though she was betraying him and when she walked out the hotel room she felt like her heart was breaking. She couldn’t believe she could feel this way about any man, especially someone who’d aided in her kidnapping and fully planned on sending her to live the rest of her life on an island away from everything she’d ever known. She should hate him, but she couldn’t.
She might not be able to hate his guts the way she should, but that didn’t mean she was going to let him push her around. She’d escaped him once and she could damn well do it again.
“Well?” Chris demanded when she didn’t answer him.
“Well, what?” she asked, standing up and slowly turning around and somehow stopping herself from wincing when she spotted that damn muscle tick beneath his eye. This was going to be so bad for her ass if she couldn’t get away from him.
“Don’t you think you owe me an apology?” he asked quietly, looking more gorgeous than any man with mussed hair, a day’s worth of beard, and a wrinkled grey tee shirt should look as he absently toyed with a pair of handcuffs, which at that moment frightened her probably more than the clearing full of werewolves.
“Yes, yes of course I do,” she said as she stepped out from behind the door.
Chris sighed heavily. “You’re going to try and make a run for it, aren’t you?”
“No, of course not. Running at this point would just be silly,” she said as she tried to look innocent. Judging by that tick doing double time and the glare he was sending her it wasn’t working.
Time for plan B.
“Oh my god, behind you!” she cried out, not bothering to make sure that he looked away before she took off running. She didn’t make it five feet before he had his arms tightly around her.
“Not so fast, Munchkin,” he whispered harshly in her ear. “You and I have some unfinished business to settle.”
“No, we don’t!” she snapped as she tried to struggle out of his arms.
“We sure as hell do, Munchkin,” he said, pulling her tightly against his body.
She sucked in a surprised breath as she felt his erection press against her lower back. “Oh god…..,” she choked out as her body reacted to the touch, instantly going hot and wet for him. This was insane. She didn’t even like the big jerk, but she wanted him so much that she hurt for him.
“I believe there’s a conversation that we really need to finish, don’t you?”
Chapter 28
“You son of a bitch! You said we were going to talk!”
“We are,” Chris said in a bored tone as he tossed her into the back of the black SUV he decided to steal.
