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She couldn't forget who he was, couldn't let him get into her head. He was a kidnapper, a man who had threatened her and sent men after her. She was also pretty sure he was responsible for Steve Buffalo’s death. Not directly, Enrico had done that part, but Vince had been the one to order the hit. She couldn't trust him.

"Please," she begged, looking up into his dark eyes. "Let us go."

"Not happening," he growled, his expression hardening again. "Don't ask again."

She felt to her bones that she needed to listen to him when he made statements like that. He was dead serious and every particle in her body screamed that he was dangerous. Attractive and a great kisser too, but still deadly.

"Please, can I go sleep with Lola?" she asked, blinking tears away as she said her daughter's name.

He looked as though he was about to deny her request, but then stopped and thought about it. Finally, he nodded. "Go."

Jenna didn't pause, she ran for the door. She was about to rush out into the hallway when his voice stopped her. "Jenna." She stopped, turned her head to look at him and waited. He strode toward the dresser and pulled a drawer open. "You only get one night."

He threw something at her and she automatically reached out to catch it. She looked down and found a large men's T-shirt in her hands.

"Goodnight," he said, dismissing her.

Jenna ran.

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