Page 31 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Connor stared at Morgan for a few more seconds and she could actually see his temper and irritation increasing on his face and in his green eyes, which were almost glowing. He very slowly moved her off to his right side, the opposite one from where Brad still had an arm on him.

The scene was almost in slow motion then. When Morgan was just out of arm's reach, Connor smoothly but extremely quickly lifted his fist. Morgan watched in shocked horror as he landed a hard right hook to Brad's jaw.

Morgan lifted her hands to her face as Brad flew back away from Connor. He landed right on top of a table, which had several men sitting at it. Drinks went flying, glasses and bottles smashing to the floor.

"Hey, asshole!" A large man stood from the table. Instead of going for Connor, he picked up Brad, pushing him back away from the table and farther away from Morgan.

Soon, there were several men involved. Arms were swinging, more insults were being shouted. Morgan was frozen to the spot. She didn't have to make any decisions, however. Connor grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from her mouth.

He didn't hesitate even a second. Connor towed her behind himself as he headed toward the exit. As they passed a chair, a man stood, obviously watching the commotion behind them. On the back of his chair lay his suit coat with a green tie draped over that. Connor grabbed the tie gracefully, barely looking at it.

When they hit the outer doors, several bouncers were rushing into the bar. Morgan started to feel a bit guilty for all the trouble she had caused.

No, not me. Connor caused. She tried to slow her feet, pulling hard on her arm.

They were in the dark parking lot now, and it was starting to drizzle. Connor was still walking, almost dragging her.

"Connor, stop!"

He didn't speak as he whipped around to face her. She froze again, but he worked quickly. Connor grabbed both her wrists, he brought the stolen tie up and in no time, her wrists were bound together tightly. She pulled on them, and they didn't move an inch.

"Connor, what are you doing?"

"Kidnapping you."

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