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Jackson
cursed as the teenager swung at him, his wild swing glancing off
Jackson’s shoulder. Her eyes widened when Jackson retaliated,
backhanding the punk. Rena’s ears began to burn as Jackson
explained the difference between trying to beat on him and a scared
ten year old. She hadn’t heard such eloquent Cajun since the last
time she’d royally pissed Jackson off – and he certainly hadn’t
ever called her a cold son of a bitch, but he had used those words
about the man who’d shot at them in Ireland.
    The security guards swarmed
the area as Jackson continued to berate the poor fool, smacking him
each time the young man tried to lash out at him. As her fellow
guards surrounded them, he finally gave the boy one last shake
before shoving the youth into the hands of the waiting security
guards, but not without one final warning. “Real men dôn hit shas. Little ones are
innocent – remember dat – or I guarantee I’ll be back to kick
your tchew. ”
    Rena froze as his eyes caught hers,
promising something. But before she could figure out what, he
turned to help the mother stand. His gentleness now was at odds
with the violence she’d just witnessed. It was just another
intriguing layer to the Dom who wanted to claim her as his. The
soft beeping of her alarm sounding in her ear jerked her back,
reminding her of an appointment she had to keep. Merging back into
the crowd, she needed to disappear before Jackson could reach
her.
    Walking casually by where Dieter and
Elizebetta were sitting, watching the commotion as more security
guards and cops swarmed the eating area, she paused by their table.
Placing her hand on Elizebetta’s arm, she caught the woman’s
attention.
    “Rena…did you see that man? He
actually hit that child!” The woman seemed aghast at the
situation.
    “Indeed he did.” Rena kept her voice
low. “Meet me upstairs at Ronnie’s Steak House.”
    Without waiting for her agreement,
Rena was on the move, blending into the crowd of people exiting the
CTA station. She was paid to hide in plain sight, and now more than
ever she was glad she was good at her job. There was no way she’d
be having lunch today at the Tokyo Lunch Box as planned. It was too
close to Jackson Levough and even as curious as she was about what
Dieter or Elizebetta might possibly want, it wasn’t worth the risk
of another encounter with the blue-eyed devil. She refused to think
how cowardly her actions were – rather telling herself she was
being prudent by avoiding him.
    * * * *
    Clenching his jaw, Jackson fought the
urge to follow Rena as she vanished into the crowd. Dabbing at the
corner of his mouth with a napkin where the punk had managed to get
a lucky blow in, he was helpless to follow her. He had to deal with
the police first. But he’d known once she realized he’d been
shadowing her, she would disappear like a wisp of smoke in a
thunderstorm. And losing her again pissed him off.
    “Mr. Levough, I see you’ve returned,
despite how many times I’ve told you to stay away?” The exasperated
tone from behind him wasn’t a surprise.
    Pivoting, he gave the man a rueful
smile. Behind him, Hank Mancini, the guard who’d detained him long
enough for Rena to escape, didn’t look amused. Everything from his
furrowed brow to his crossed arms and spread legs made Jackson
think of an older, pissed off Sylvester Stallone. “Hank! How have
you been?”
    With his arms over his wide chest,
Hank raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m getting tired of you lurking
behind garbage cans and spying on a certain undercover security
guard.”
    Tossing his arm over the
shorter man’s shoulder, he gave him a one-armed hug. “Come on,
don’t be that way, mon
ami . If I hadn’t been here, your suspect
would’ve either possibly hurt someone or said guard would’ve blown
her cover in the process.”
    “While I can’t deny the fact you were
able to help out in this situation, was it really necessary to
smack the man around? According