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I needed to forget Javier and get myself in the mood. The new me might not get another chance at exploring and experimenting for a while.

Opportunity, remember?

I had to make my choice now, even though I was as edgy as a cat on hot bricks. And yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get myself to pick. So, I danced some more and kept the men waiting.

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Javier

Sitting at the lakeside bar, watching Missy’s hypnotic dance, I felt like the biggest loser on the planet. I also was furious—with the douches for being such opportunistic jerks, with Missy, for committing to this path, with me, for not having the guts to dissuade her from this madness that was driving me batshit insane and was breaking something inside of me.

“Hey, handsome.” Rozina threw her arms around my shoulders. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“No, thanks,” I said yet again.

“You’re in a sour mood.” She nuzzled against my ear. “A little later, maybe?”

With the woman draped over my side, I brought my tumbler to my lips, and forgot to drink. On the dance floor, Missy laughed. A hot rope of anger squeezed around the pit of my stomach. I hissed between my clenched teeth.

Rozina was talking to me, blabbering non-stop in her sexy, husky voice, about what, I didn’t care. Pierre and Gerard were deploying all of their assets. It was such a shame that their records were clean. I wished they were NWO. Run-of-the-mill terrorists would be fine, too. Assassins, gangsters, white-collar crooks, drug traffickers, hell, even petty criminals would do. Then I’d have a good reason to rip off their arms and toss their bodies into a volcanic fissure.

A ton of gel kept Gerard’s spiked hair in place. He looked like a damn sea urchin, a bright red one, given the heat and what had to be a few anticipatory Viagras. He was so goddamn sure luck would favor him tonight. Then there was Pierre. He wore designer labels from top to bottom and spent money as if he farted it out of his ass. Both guys didn’t miss a single chance to touch Missy. They clung to her like lice.

Could I blame them?

I ground my jaw until my teeth hurt. I almost shot out of my stool when Gerard cupped her ass. I wanted to strangle the rat-faced weasel. But Missy smiled. She fucking smiled. She’d been honest about what she wanted, and now, even if it killed me, I had to stick my ass to my seat and watch this shitshow with my guts knotted in agony while she had her fun.

Who would she choose? Pierre or Gerard? I studied the pair. I knew what they were after. A threesome.

Fuck.

The mental image of Missy laying naked with those two flashed in my mind. I scrubbed my forehead. The pressure inside my skull felt like a bomb about to explode. Those idiots didn’t know anything about Missy. They didn’t know about her family,her sisters, her prick of a father. They had no idea of how strong and yet how vulnerable she was. They would never know or appreciate how goddamn fortunate they’d be if Missy chose them.

WhenMissy chose them?

I strangled the tumbler in my hand.

They might not even know to be gentle with her.Shit. I was gonna pound them to dust if they hurt her in any way. I might just pound them into the dirt anyway, because they irritated the fuck out of me. All they wanted was a tight, juicy pussy and a pair of perky tits.

Isn’t that what you want, too?

My dick went so hard I saw red. I went to cool my ardor with a sip, but my whiskey tasted as hot and bitter as I felt. Pierre and Gerard didn’t give a shit about Missy’s needs, wants, dreams, and hopes. WhereasIdid.Icared.Iwanted only the best for her.

My nails grated on glass.

Just when I thought I my temper was gonna go supernova, my cell lit up. King’s alias popped up. My pulse ticked faster. Plunking the tumbler on the bar and leaving a puzzled Rozina behind, I got up. Keeping my eye on Missy, I ambled to a quiet, private corner by the restaurant’s kitchen entrance before I accepted the call.

“Where the fuck are you?” I demanded. “Where the hell is your cargo?”

“Can’t disclose my location,” King offered, chill as ever. “The cargo is secure for the moment, but we are Oscar Mike.”

King was on the move with the nuns in tow. He had to keep his location secret, which meant he had bogeys on his tail. “Why the fuck did you go MIA?”

“Can’t risk talking about that either.”

“Our friends are worried,” I snapped. “Hell,Iwas fuckingworried.”

“I got it under control.” A cryptic answer from King that confirmed a chase in progress. “This is the first window I’ve had to make contact.”

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