Page 219 of Forced Vows

"Yes." Miceli's expression changes and dark eyes devour me as the pilot lifts us into the air. "You were so fucking hot back there."

"You mean with the kobutan?" I tease.

It's not the first time he's implied seeing me with a weapon is a turn-on for him. I guess seeing me use that weapon is even more of one.

Because right now the air between Miceli and me is sizzling with restrained passion.

"I was just so angry. They thought it was okay to grab me and take me away from my family. Away from you. They're living under some kind of mass delusion if they all think I would marry that violent piece of garbage with a disgusting preference for women young enough to be his granddaughter."

"Tell me how you really feel," Miceli teases, but the expression in his eyes doesn't bode well for Jed or my grandfather.

"I feel like we need to get Aunt Hope out of there. She warned me this might happen and she had to have been taking a really big risk to do that."

His expression intense, Miceli laces his fingers through mine. "You knew this might happen?"

"Well, not this. Who would have foreseen something this extreme?"

"But your aunt warned you about something."

I nod. "She sent me a note."

"What did it say?" Miceli asks with a patience not reflected in his furious gaze.

"That my grandfather had not given up on the idea of me marrying Jed."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" The controlled menace emanating from him is way sexier than it should be.

"When I got it, I didn't really trust either you or my uncle."

"And since then?"

He's asking if I trust him now. And there's only one answer to give him. "It slipped my mind since I've come to trust you." To love him.

I wince at the disbelief in his expression. "Security has been so tight," I try to explain. "I honestly didn't think it was a problem."

"It shouldn't have been," Miceli growls.

My body, which wants to celebrate winning over the bad guys and being free, thrums with desire. "No, it shouldn't. Do you and Uncle Brogan have any idea who is responsible for feeding intel to my grandfather?"

We didn't have plans to visit my family today. It was the spur of the moment. So, someone tipped off the team that tried to take me.

They had to have been waiting for just such an opportunity, but it only worked if they got apprised of my arrival.

Unless they were watching my uncle's estate, but that wouldn't account for the sonar alerts being ignored.

"Your uncle is holding the two men who were on the observation detail today."

"Two of them?"

"We won't know if it's both of them until after they've been questioned."

"By questioned, you mean…"

"I'm good at getting information." His tone sends a chill down my spine.

And excitement through my veins. There's definitely something wrong with how I react to Miceli's violent nature. But it's never directed at the innocent. Not like those guys today.

"They threw me in a trunk like a bag of junk getting donated." Not caring what I landed on, or if it hurt.

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