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yours.”
    The old man moved toward the kitchen, but Rio zig g ed to cut her off from the door.
    Trust Rabid Rio? When hell dispensed ice cubes . “Don’t make me stab you again.”
    His eyes glittered. “Are you sure you got me last night?”
    “I remember stabbing you before you assaulted me, and I’ll do it again.”
    “Maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t. I don’t want to hurt you , and I don’t want you to hurt yourself or your baby.”
    “Of course you don’t want to hurt me. You want to take me back to Alvarez and collect the reward.”
    “I’m not taking you back to him, and I don’t need any more money.”
    No, she reckoned he didn’t need any more money since Alvarez and others paid him so handsomely to do the dirty work. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t collect it anyway. Hell, he’d probably turn her in just to stay in Alvarez’s good graces.
    “I’ll die before I go back.”
    Something frightening flashed across his face, and in a skinny minute, the knife flew from her hand and she found herself plastered against his big hard body. He apparently moved when she blinked her eyes, because she certainly didn’t see him move.
    “That won’t be necessary, because you’re never going back to Alvarez.”
    He jerked a chair out from the table, spun her around, and sat down. Then he pulled her in his lap.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Holding you down until breakfast is done. I think it will be safer this way.”
    His body was so hard against her back; she couldn’t even wiggle, “Let me go, you bastard.”
    “No. Be still and don’t hurt yourself or your baby .”
    Baby. Why was he so concerned about her kid ? Nobody cared about her child but her, and she wasn’t about to trust a notorious killer. “I realize you think that you’re invincible, that you’re too mean for somebody to kill, but you’re not.” Her bottom lip quivered. Damn it. She would not cry. Rabid Rio would die bec ause he was stupid and stubborn. Why should she care?
    Of course, she had to ask herself how many people had died because of her. She didn’t care if Rio croaked, but she didn’t really want the old man to suffer. He seemed to be a nice gentleman.
    “Kick off your shoes.”
    “What?”
    “Your shoes. Can’t have those sores getting infected.”
    “I’m not kicking my shoes off.” Because I’ll need them to run from you . “I’ve only been one step ahead of Alvarez since I started…running.”
    “How long you been running?”
    Oh, what would it hurt to tell him? “I’ve been running for six days, and somehow, wherever I run, someone always shows up, sometimes within hours.”
    He stiffened behind her. She yelped when he swung her up in his arms and marched outside to his truck. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Rio dropped her on her feet and pain shot through her blisters. He snatched her backpack from her shoulder. After fumbling around in the back seat of his truck, he pulled out a black wand thingy , switched it on, and ran it over her backpack. Dropping her pack, he waved it up her body starting at her legs.
    The man had gone off the deep end, and he was taking her over the edge with him. “Are we taking a flight?”
    He moved behind her, started at her butt, and scanned up. Beep. Beep. Beep. “What is that? What does that beeping mean?”
    “It means you’re wearing a microchip.”
    “A what?”
    “Alvarez inserted a tracking device in your shoulder. Do you remember him doing it?”
    “I would have remembered someone sticking me in the back.”
    He moved his fingers around her shoulder and then stopped on her shoulder blade. “It’s small and would have been delivered with a syringe. And where it’s placed you can’t reach it with your hand.”
    Rio whipped her around so fast she had to wait until her eyes caught up with her head. He grabbed both of her arms. “Think. Did you get drunk and pass out one night?”
    His words hurt her…again, but the why was totally eluding her.