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“Her name is Annika,” Holom says. “I’ll show you pictures of her.”

My blood turns cold. This guy’s daughter is hidden in a secret bedroom. Correction—she’slockedin a secret bedroom. By me.

Holy fuck.

“Holom, we will handle that,” Luc says. “I asked you out of respect to stay out of this.”

I look into Holom’s eyes. What a feeling that is. ThisLegionbastard is looking for his daughter. And I have her. This is complicated. Fucking complicated.

“Just find her,” Holom says, pointing at me for some reason.

He’s escorted out of the room.

It hits me then that Ty, Vic, and Demo know about Annika. They don’t know Annika’s name. But they aren’t stupid. They know.

They fucking know.

“You heard the man,” Luc says.

He points for us to leave. I turn and take one step and that’s when I feel a hand clamp down on my right shoulder. It’s Luc. Pure evil radiates from his eyes.

“Fuck him,” Luc whispers to me.

“Who?”

“Holom. Fuck him.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Find that cunt of a daughter of his,” Luc says.

“Find her. Right.”

“No, Peri, notfind her.”

“Okay. So I’m not finding her.”

Even though I’ve already found her. Well, she sort of found me. I just kind of kidnapped her.

Luc gets even closer to me. “Listen carefully.”

I nod.

“I’m ordering you to find her… and kill her.”

ChapterEight

ANNIKA

There are waves of calm,and waves of pure panic and terror. I’m not sure if this is common for those kidnapped. I’ve never met anyone who had been kidnapped before. And I never personally imagined myself being kidnapped.

It also doesn’t help matters that my kidnapper is practically seven feet of pure muscle and anger. And insanely good looking. I’m talking hotter than a desert in a heatwave. One look at him and I’m trembling with fear yet my vagina is dripping with excitement. Drooling for attention, yetshehas no clue what is happening.

I hate to admit this, but you know how they say guys think with theirother head? Well, the same happens for women. We have a set of lips for talking and being logical and we have a set of lips for being illogical and acting crazy.

No matter how hard I squeeze my legs together and shake my head, I can’t help but think about what it felt like with his hand around my throat. Squeezing hard but not too hard. Hurting me slightly but definitely not choking to kill me.

All I can figure right now is that the intense adrenaline has my mind and body acting crazy. I keep drinking water, going pee, and waiting for him to come back.

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