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As she rolled into another climax, I couldn’t help but think that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

And she was all mine.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She threw her head back, her entire body shaking violently. I lifted my hips, thrusting as deep and hard into her as possible. As she was coming down from the round of ecstasy, the vixen dropped her head, once again forming a wicked smile as she squeezed her pussy muscles.

My control was trashed. As I erupted deep inside of her, sweet Sara had a look of satisfaction.

She eased her body against mine, nuzzling her head against my neck. But only for a few seconds. When she jerked up as if realizing we weren’t romantic in the traditional sense, her arm flew back, hitting the glasses. Given the force she used, as soon as they tumbled to the floor, they shattered.

“Shit.”

Sara started to step off the chair, but I held her. “You’re not going anywhere. Just stay right here. I’ll get a broom.”

“I’m sorry. That was so damn clumsy of me.”

I laughed as I gingerly disengaged my body from hers, avoiding the glass while securing her on the chair. I pointed at her after walking toward the door. “Do not move.”

She curled her feet under her, throwing up her hands.

I headed to the laundry room, grabbing the broom and dustpan. Then a sixth sense yanked at my mind. No. No. No!

I rushed back into the room, taking gasping breaths.

The French doors were open.

And there was no sign of her.

Rage unlike anything I’d ever experienced roared up from the depths of my being.

The darkness would prevail. I would kill the motherfucker who’d taken her.

CHAPTER 28

“Tricks and treachery are the practice of fools that don’t have the brains enough to be honest.”

—Benjamin Franklin

Zach

No one had ever accused me of being a fool before. That’s because other than when I’d been a small kid with no understanding of the way things worked, I’d always relished the hard knocks of life.

Torture was painful, but the agony and scars had led to me discovering the ability to leave my body both mentally and spiritually. In doing so, my spirit hadn’t been completely broken. Granted, it had been altered.

Damaged beyond repair.

But with all broken pieces, you could glue them back together. You could even create a different form of art if you so wanted.

That’s what had occurred with me.

I’d gone down a kid with hopes for the future and risen from the darkness seeing only shades of black and white.

There was no such thing as morally gray.

Not in my world.

The moment I’d discovered Sara had been taken, the brutal training ground I’d put myself through kicked in. I’d headed to my saferoom, a haven where I kept weapons, ammunition, cash, a change of clothing, and other tactical gear. Usually, few items were necessary, but when I’d accepted Sara into my life, I’d acquired a weakness that had already been exploited.

That called for different measures to be taken.

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