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“No.”

He hadn’t hurt her, not really. She was probably shocked that he’d done it. Hell, he was a little surprised, too. Middle of the street, in the middle of getting her out of that house while his men were still dealing with Santos, but it needed to be done.

She’d be feeling a hell of a lot more if she didn’t cooperate soon.

He yanked the door open. “You keep that dress up at your hips. I want your spanked ass on the seat,” he ordered when she smoothed the dress back down.

She glanced at him, anger shooting at him while she did as he told her.

“Asshole,” she shot at him as he closed the door.

“You have no idea,” he said, more to himself.

“Peter.” Daniel jogged down the steps of the brownstone, Travis and Johnny following him. “You sure about that?” he asked, glancing at Azalea sitting in the car, her arms folded, her eyes focused straight ahead.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—we don’t usually steal women for debt,” Daniel said quietly. Travis and Johnny made their way to Daniel’s car without commenting.

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing. You worry about getting that cash logged in, and I want a man stationed on this fucking house. I want to know the second Santos’s boss gets back.”

“Sure. Uh, what are you going to do with her?” He jerked a thumb at the car.

Peter didn’t respond. He walked around the hood, keeping her in his side view as he made his way to his door and jerked it open.

She remained silent when he turned the ignition.

Daniel’s question had merit.

What the hell was he going to do with her?

Chapter 5

The man obviously had a few screws loose in that head of his.

“You can’t just take me,” Azalea said after too many moments of silence stretched between them.

He grunted in response. A damn grunt. Maybe he was more animal than human.

“I mean it, Peter.” Remembering the skirt of her dress was still hiked up over her hips, she grabbed the hem and wiggled it back down. She’d been too surprised at the short spanking to fight him at the moment, but his gun was no longer pointed at her, and her ass was safely pressed against the warm leather seat.

“Don’t.” His paw of a hand moved from the steering wheel to her own, gripping one hard and yanking it from its mission. “I want your ass on the seat. I want you to let it sink in that from this moment on, you’ll do what I say or feel the consequences.”

She stared at him, slack-jawed, while he kept his focus on the road stretching out in front of them. Yep. Bona fide crazy.

“Let me go,” she demanded in the hardest voice she could conjure up. He ran his thumb over her knuckles before releasing her.

“Leave that dress the way you have it.” He went back to gripping the wheel with both hands.

“You’re a lunatic,” she accused.

He gave a dark chuckle. “I’ve been called worse.”

“Santos won’t let you take me. He’ll come for me.” If only to save his own sorry skin, but he wouldn’t let her disappear. Her mother would have his head.

“I doubt that, Azalea. He’s a hired thug. You’re his boss’s daughter, isn’t that right? He’s probably already packed a bag and hightailed it out of town.” Peter glanced over at her. “If he’s smart, that’s what he did.”

The car jarred as it ran over a pothole, and she gripped the door handle. Her head spun.

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