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“Whoa. Who the fuck are you?” Isabella demanded, but her voice was shaky. Even with her skimpy sequined dress, she seemed entirely different without her long raven wig. Soft curls slipped from pins holding her natural hair in place and she appeared much younger than before, even with garish makeup.
I secured my weapon before addressing her. “As I told you, I was sent to save your life. You need to cooperate with me.”
“Okay. Let me get this straight. You’re not from some agency? This isn’t my birthday present?”
“Meaning what?” Why did it matter?
She fisted her hand, moving closer. “Come on. Tell the truth. I like the whole deal, even the gunshots, but you did come across a little heavy. Still, a nice touch. My best friend always does something like this for my birthday.”
Had she been told about our unit? She wasn’t making any sense. “Ms. Adams. Those were real bullets and one of my men was injured or killed because you ran.”
“Okay. Then you need to let me leave. Now.” She glared at me then scanned the van as if prepared to attempt another escape.
“Listen up!” I grabbed her arm, dragging her closer, doing everything I could to remain calm around her. “I’m not some fantasy hired for your pleasure. I’m with an agency created to provide protection. When we’re called, that means the situation is threat level six. You do know what that means, don’t you, unicorn?”
Her eyes opened wide.
I’d hesitated to use the codename provided by the Secret Service, but at this point I had to get through to her.
“Hold on,” Ryker said from the front.
Mike swerved, the force pitching us back and forth, hard enough I lost my grip. She tumbled onto the metal floor, gasping for air. The popping noises continued for several seconds. Fuck. They’d sent an entire brigade to try to snatch her. This was more dangerous than I’d been led to believe.
“What the hell?” she half whispered when the danger had passed.
“Now do you understand this isn’t a game?”
“Then tell me who sent you. You know my codename.”
“That means you can trust me.”
“Not so fast. I need more information.”
I was more concerned with any additional activity than with her constant questions. “Lose them fast,” I told the man driving.
“Don’t worry, buddy.” Mike threw the van around a sharp corner. He knew every shortcut in the city, able to avoid a significant portion of the traffic jams. Even at this time of night, DC was crawling with activity. I had to get her to the safehouse quickly.
“Who the hell sent you?” Her restraint lasted for three seconds. Then she lost her cool. When she threw herself against me, doing everything she could to scratch out my eyes, I was forced to subdue her. As I wrapped my hand around both her wrists, she spit in my face, issuing several curse words. I yanked her into my lap, the limited light coming from the windshield barely highlighting her face. But there was no doubt about her level of fury.
“You’re not taking me anywhere,” she snapped.
“You need to calm down, Ms. Adams. You’re safe with me.”
“Safe? Are you fucking out of your mind? You just kidnapped me. I was so stupid thinking you were my date for the evening.” She continued wiggling, her buttocks sliding back and forth across my groin. The fact I was aroused wasn’t acceptable. My condition was also something she noticed, her eyes opening wide.
Date. Jesus Christ. No wonder she’d been escaping from the agents at least once a week. For all her brilliance, her childish behavior was going to get her killed.
Not on my watch.
“I’m handling you just like you need.”
“Oh, God. You’re going to…” She didn’t need to finish her sentence. She believed I was about to rape her or worse.
“Listen to me very carefully, Ms. Adams. There were some very bad men prepared to throw a bag over your head, removing you from your life. I assure you that what they had planned for your welfare wouldn’t be considered pleasurable.”
While she stopped moving for a few seconds, my statement only provided fuel for her anger. She struggled even harder, pitching herself against me, able to free one arm for the last time. If I had to tie her wrists, that’s what I’d do.
“Stop fighting me or I’ll be forced to discipline you.” As soon as I issued the words, the spark in her eyes became far too tantalizing. The attraction between us was caustic, explosive, and something I should avoid, but the man inside of me hungered more than usual. I did everything in my power to drive the desire away, but as my balls tightened, I was forced to realize being with her twenty-four hours a day would become a serious problem.
