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“You can say that. All my sisters are named after my father’s favorite cars.”

Why am I sharing my information with him? He’s kidnapping me, and I’m spilling my guts like some love-sick teenager.

“Is that how you got into boasting cars? Is it a family business? Do I need to worry about your father coming after my stock once I get it back?”

I lunge for him but don’t get too far.

“Don’t talk about my father! He died to protect us from all this bullshit.”

Fuck Mercy, keep your damn mouth shut.

“Nice way to pay him back.”

“Fuck you.”

“Just tell me who has my property, and I’ll let you go. I’m not in the business of hurting women.”

I snort and shake my arms so the cuffs rattle.

“Sure, I believe you.”

He slowly runs his fingers down the left side of my face until he reaches my neck. He grabs it firmly and shakes it slightly so that I’m staring daggers at him.

“Oh, trust me, love, I can make it hurt really good, but only if you beg for it.”

He drops me like I burned his skin and calmly sits on the chair next to the bed I’m trapped on.

“I bet you say that to all your whores.”

“I don’t have any whores, so watch your mouth before I gag you as well.”

I laugh bitterly.

“I know how MC’s treat their women, intimately.”

I turn away from him.

Before I know what’s happened, he has me pinned under him and is breathing heavily in my face.

“We don’t force women to do shit. So don’t blame me for what the Bloods do to their cut sluts.”

He holds my chin gently and licks his lips.

“No.”

He blinks and backs away.

The fear of him kissing me is nothing compared to the want coursing in my veins. Shame feels my belly, and I close my eyes so he doesn’t see them fill with tears.

I’m sorry, Joaquin.

I gasp awake to the sound of sirens.

“Hey, easy. There’s an accident ahead.”

If she only knew it was my guilt that woke me.

A married woman shouldn’t be lusting over the man who took her away from responsibilities.

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