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“Let me go, Caleb. Please! I’ll hire you and pay you double what Cash does. Be loyal to me instead of that monster.”

“Mr. Savage pays me well. And we both know he’s not a monster.”

Every corner he rounds, I try to grab hold of it with the tips of my fingers to keep him from dragging me farther into the house. How the hell are these men so strong?

“He put cameras in my bathroom! Who does that? What kind of man watches a woman in the bathroom?”

Caleb ignores my questions and takes the stairs two at a time, jostling me like a sack of potatoes. My stomach gives a little protest at all the movement, so I squeeze my eyes shut and grip his shirt, hoping for some sense of stability.

A second later, he bends forward and drops me on the bed. The one in the bedroom I just tried to run from. Without waiting, I jump up and take off toward the open door as fast as possible, but Caleb blocks me before I make it three steps.

“Don’t even think about it, Miss Kingston. I brought you back here instead of taking you to the cells as a courtesy.” His tone is all serious. Deadly even. But his stupid, annoying face is smug as hell as he easily keeps me from getting past him.

“I hate you! You’re as bad as him!”

Caleb backs away, and I don’t try to fight him again. It’s pointless. The man is like a brick wall of fitness, while my breathsaws in and out of my lungs. Maybe I should hike occasionally. Or something.

Fucking Cash was a fantastic workout.

No.

He’s an asshole.

Dead to me.

“You’re right about that. I wouldn’t hesitate to put surveillance on my girl, anywhere that she goes. But don’t you think it’s better to have a man who is so obsessed with you that he’d do anything for you instead of dating one of those Elliott Carver type fuck-boys who would treat you like you’re less than anything but a goddess?”

My mouth falls open.

Why does that actually sound halfway reasonable?

I must be losing my mind. Am I dehydrated from my time out in the desert? Probably. Because nothing that Caleb just saidisreasonable.

Before I get the chance to snap back, he disappears from the room. As soon as he closes the door, the solid clink of the lock engaging makes me wince.

Fuck.

So now I’m stuck, and I suspect the next person who comes through that door will probably be huffing and puffing it down because I tried to run away. Well, I’ve got news for him. He might be the big, bad wolf, but he messed with the wrong girl if he thinks I’m going to let him get away with what he did. Until now, I’ve been an angel to him in comparison to what’s to come.

CHAPTER 21

Cash

AT LEAST SHE HAS TERRIBLE AIM

“You fucking putcameras in her bathroom?” Kian shakes his head, his lips twitching like he’s trying to stop himself from grinning. “You are over the top, bro.”

I shrug and pull through the gates of my house. “Like you wouldn’t do it.”

Xander surprises us all by speaking up, his eyes dark and stormy. “I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Casting Xander a sideways glance, I drive down the long driveway.

“You’re gone for her, dude,” Kian finally says.

“I am not. Jesus. I only knew her for a few hours when I had them installed.” That probably doesn’t make it much better, but who cares? Not me. I wanted to keep an eye on Jordyn Kingston, and that’s all there is to it.

“Cash, you considered her yours the second you laid eyes on her. I saw it. They saw it. You’re just too damn stubborn to admit it,” Xander snaps, his eyebrows furrowed. “We all know you have feelings for her. When have we ever kidnapped a woman before? We don’t do shit like that. And from the way she looks at you, she fucking feels it as well. For some un-fucking-believable reason.”

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