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of South Boston. She had done a good job hiding her true identity. Aidan could only find the basics and he was the best hacker out there. As far as he could find she had no family, few friends, and dropped out of Boston College before ever settling on a major. She wasn’t active on social media either. Neither was Connor, but his brothers often ragged on him for that.
    Whatever her reason for wanting to get to Frankie’s farm - and Connor assumed it had something to do with the money Frankie would make after this week’s fight - there was nothing in the digital world that gave him any clue.
    She was still a mystery, and Connor didn’t like mysteries.
    He decided to hold onto the information he knew about her and use it only if he needed to. For now, he was going to do as Frankie asked and bring her to Boston. He’d tie her up and leave her in the apartment if he had to. He had a feeling she wouldn’t stay put otherwise.
    She popped a bite of pancake in her mouth, her eyes locked on his. This would be so much easier if he could show her what he really was.
    She’d be terrified and would do whatever he told her to. Or she would scream and go stark, raving mad.
    But then he would have to kill her. No one knew about them, and as long as the alphas were in charge, no one ever would.
    “Get your things and get in the car. I won’t say it again.”
    She crossed those long, bare legs, leaning back with her mug, making herself comfy. “After I finish my coffee.”
    He listened to her heart; slightly fast, her breathing a little shallow. She wanted to show him how tough she was, but she was afraid of him. Good.
    If she thought he was bluffing, she was dead wrong. In a move almost too quick to be human, Connor snatched her mug, dropped it on the table, took her by the wrists, and yanked her out of her seat.
    She yelled and attempted to pull her wrists free. When she couldn’t, she started kicking his shins with the heel of her foot.
    “Enough,” he growled, and pulled her hands around his neck, her body onto his shoulders, like a lamb.
    She screamed and bucked, struggling to get free, as he carried her into the garage. His car sat inside, the trailer with Frankie’s motorcycle attached poking out the open door. Frankie had arranged to have the last two parts sent to the farm so that Connor could join right away.
    He opened the door and dropped her into the passenger seat. Instantly she tried to get out. There was no way in hell he was going to put up with this crap for the next half hour.
    Connor shot into the car, leaning over her, pinning her back against the seat. She stared at him, shocked into silence and stillness. She smelled like shampoo and clean water and woman. His face inches from hers, he glared at her, letting her feel the power course through him.
    He spoke softly, his voice low and deep, deadly. “If you don’t stop and sit nicely, I will knock you out and leave you on the doorstep of his building.”
    Her heart raced. He could hear its panicked fluttering, the catch in her breath.
    “Understood?”
    She tucked her bare feet into the car. He nodded and shut the door. Walking around the front, she called out to him.
    “I need to get my things.”
    “Backseat.” He climbed in while she glanced behind her where he had deposited her bags. Her glare was icy.
    “You went through my stuff?”
    The glare he returned was just as glacial. He couldn’t wait to be rid of Miss Keene. “I thought you might find it too hard to pack and leave Frankie’s, so I did it for you. Everything’s there.”
    She opened her mouth, but he started the car, revving the engine. While it hummed, he met her stony frown. “No talking.”
    As he maneuvered the trailer out onto the street, Connor reminded himself that he only had thirty minutes with Casey Keene, more if there was traffic. Soon she was going to be out of his life for good. She should be thankful. If she’d made it to the farm, he might have had to kill her along