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“And we’re back to sex.”

“Hey, I’ve yet to see you all naked and moaning for me.”

There’s a silence between us that lasts a beat because I’m pretty damn sure her sudden stillness is her going back to when she and my sister were taken. I don’t want her lingering at how she’d been kept naked and ready for those monsters, how I’m in fucking awe of her every second I even allow myself to go there.

But I don’t want her there.

I want her here and now.

“Moaning, begging for me, maybe—”

“It’s a wonder you’re not a walking dictionary of disease.”

“Not fair. I’m clean.”

“Uh huh.”

I don’t tell her I haven’t banged anyone since we found her. And no one’s come even close to catching my eye, especially after tasting her.

“You know, I think maybe I will get those chains for you.”

“You wish you could tie me down.”

“Now who’s on about sex?”

She turns and glares, and for a moment, our eyes meet before I force mine back to the road. “I wasn’t talking about anything sexual.”

“You were and you know it. Me tying you down is gonna be real, hot sex, Mia.”

“Does my brother know you talk to me this way?”

“Gross. Don’t drag your brother into this conversation.”

Something explodes, and Mia screams. I turn.

Fuck. Someone’s shot out the back window. “Get the fuck down, Mia,” I say as I hit the accelerator, changing lanes, a black car veering toward us. “Now.”

Whoever it is, a man hangs out the passenger window, my focus on the gun as I weave through the damn light traffic, flooring it.

My heart is slamming against my ribs. Not for me. I don’t give a fuck about me. But Mia. I need to keep her safe.

“You okay? Mia? Mia?”

“Yes.”

Another shot rips apart the world, and I swerve again, desperate to get more road between us and the fucking shooter. And where the fuck is Diego?

My phone in its holder starts to ring.

I don’t need to look to see it’s Diego. I recognize the tone.

“Answer it. Ask him what the fuck is going on.”

She reaches up and grabs the phone, then after a few seconds, says, “Someone shot out their back tire, and Tizio says Diego swerved off the road and landed in a ditch.”

Fuck. “Stay down.” My hands tighten on the wheel. “It’s going to get rough.”

I throw myself into defensive driving mode.

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