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He had never looked at me in a hungry sexual manner before. No guards were ever permitted to touch me.
I couldn’t move. Was my torture to begin so soon?
Suddenly crawling, and then rising to step over the items on the bed, Jacopo charged. “I said come here!” He leaped off the bed, my hair twisted in his fist. “Get on your knees.”
Oh my God.
Head cranked in pain, I begged, “Wait. I can’t. Lorenzo will be so angry.”
Spit flew as he shouted, “Like he’s not already? Get on your knees—”
Mercifully, his cell phone rang. Shoving me into a nearby wall, he answered it. “Hello?”
I grabbed my shoulder as pain seared, but then cringed, seeing my blood on the wall.
“Yes, sir… Okay.” Jacopo hung up, then eyed me. Then he saw the wall smeared with crimson. “Pathetic.” He threw clothes at me. “Get. Dressed. We leave now.”
Bandaged and dressed in a hurry, I was ushered out of the hotel, my high heels clacking on the lobby’s polished floor, and out to a waiting car. It was not like the other rusty one that was to cover his identity. Now we were back in luxury… which made me ill.
Jacopo gave the valet a handsome tip, then politely sat me in the front passenger seat as if he hadn’t been cruel just moments earlier.
Hours later, when seeing a road sign reading ‘Welcome to Mississippi’, I internally ached. Was Lynx still there? I wanted to hear his deep voice. I wanted to feel his warmth. I wanted to see that smile—
The side of my face crashed against the passenger window.
Stunned, I didn’t move.
“Stop. Fucking. Crying.”
Petrified, I nodded, smearing lip gloss on the glass, then whispered, “Sorry.”
I didn’t move. For some time, I just stayed against the door, trying to let the cool glass ground me—calm my stammering heart. I stared out the window as Jacopo took an exit off the freeway. I didn’t move until a motorcycle pulled up next to the car at a red light.
Red light… Different programming…
Jacopo’s breathing instantly became labored.
Mine too, but for a much different reason. Seeing the large man on the loud bike, I suddenly realized I had made a mistake. Like Lynx, this man sat proud, majestic, ready to take on the world. His leather vest didn’t read Steel Stallions, like the men I had fallen for, but he was just as grand.
Jacopo exhaled relief. “Just some club named Redemption Ryders.”
Sitting up, I wondered, How do I know that name?
The biker smiled at me.
I couldn’t stop myself. I smiled back, causing another tear to drip down my cheek.
The biker spoke loudly so I could hear him over his bike and through the glass. “Far too pretty to be so sad.”
I gasped when the glass began to lower.
Jacopo warned, “Hey, mind your business.”
The biker had blue eyes with a familiar gleam. “Oh, I am.” Then he told me, “Have a good el night-o, Precious.”
I jerked. Precious?
Just before the light went green, right between his open vest, he tapped his chest.
