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"It's almost a requirement for the job. But that guy makes the rest of us psychopaths look bad."

"We'll get her back." There's no doubt in Sev's tone.

"We will and then I'm going to kill Gabriel and Jed."

"Agreed. We don't leave threats to our family free to come after us again."

Chapter 74: RÓISE

I don't know how long we go through the water. At one point we stop and a hand gropes at me. I struggle wildly. What are they doing?

Hard fingers slide into my pocket and then drag out my phone.

A second later, we start moving again.

Ha. These guys aren't nearly as smart as they think they are. I'm engaged to a psychotically possessive and protective mafia underboss who will be able to track my location. Because I let him put that darn tracker in me.

My thigh was sore for three days after. But now? Totally worth it.

Unfortunately, Miceli probably has a better idea of where I am than I do. I can't see anything through the blackened diver's mask.

But I'm pretty sure I know where we are headed. Pennsylvania.

There's only one person I can think of that would want to kidnap me. My grandfather.

The colossal asshole believes that women are property and that makes me his to do with however he wants.

Like using me to pay off one of his lieutenants for killing my own freakin father.

Ass. Hole.

We begin to slow down and then stop. One of my captors drags me out of the water and throws me onto a hard surface.

Something thunks as it lands beside me and I decide I'm on wooden decking of some kind. There are two more thunks and then the sound of clothing being peeled from wet bodies.

I spit out the mouthpiece. "Don't touch me!"

"We're not going to rape you," one of the men says, his derisive tone not comforting.

"You belong to Brother Jed. We don't touch another man's property." This voice is making an attempt at soothing.

Maybe because I'm squirming, trying to find the edge of the dock so I can throw myself back in the water. "I'm nobody's property!"

"Jed will train that willfulness out of you. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you." This voice is different than the other two.

A little older maybe? Also, that's fanaticism in his tone, not condescension.

"Strong men don't need to subjugate women." I make sure my voice drips with the stuff.

"Pick her up," Man 3 says. "We need to go."

I increase my efforts to worm my way across the decking. There's open air under my head when I'm jerked upwards and thrown over a hard shoulder.

Oof. The air whooshes out of me as his shoulder digs painfully into my diaphragm.

I squirm as hard as I can and beat on his back with my bound hands. Never let them take you to a second location.

Which technically we are already at, but that doesn't mean I have to make things easy for these jerks.

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