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staring down at her
     with an empty expression on his coldly handsome face. She registered this with a swift sweep of her gaze. There was no denying
     he was sexy in a rough and ruthless kind of way. Even with a faint shadow of beard hugging his square jaw he was model-hot.
     Charles had nothing on this guy. Even Holly’s hot boyfriend was somehow less .
    Watching New Guy watch her, she lifted her bound wrists to her chest and attempted to twist her hands free. It pulled the
     cord tighter but she had to try. One of her abductors walked over and placed a hand on the top of her head, petting her like
     she was some kept animal. “We got fucking royalty here.”
    She yanked her head away and knocked at his hand with her bound hands.
    He abruptly crouched down in front of her, propping his hands on the thighs of his ratted-out jeans, and she recognized him
     as the one who had hit her in the van. His eyes were dark, all pupils, as he gazed at her. “I like that you still have some
     fire in you.”
    “C’mon, Rowdy.” Greasy Hair called him away. “Let’s go talk.”
    Relief warred with the constant fear inside her as they filed out of the room. All except New Guy. The big one. He lingered,
     staring at her with that unreadable gaze. Maybe Greasy Hair wasn’t in charge anymore. New Guy seemed so in control, so powerful,
     it was hard to imagine him taking orders from anyone else.
    She held his gaze, hoping that maybe she was right. Maybe he wasn’t like the rest of them. It was a flimsy hope, but she clung
     to it like a frayed ribbon in her hands. He hadn’t been there when they took her. He didn’t look happy to see her here. Maybe
     he could help her. Maybe. He was strong, well over six feet, his body hard and muscled beneath his shirt. He held some influence if they had thought
     to show her to him, after all.
    She tried to speak into the rag, leaning forward in supplication. They locked eyes and for a breath she thought she saw something
     flicker in the depths of his gaze. Some kind of emotion. Then it was gone—if it had ever existed at all.
    With a single shake of his head, he clasped the doorknob and shut the door, sealing her once again inside her prison.
     
    Reid’s head was spinning as he made his way down the hallway and into the main room of the house.
    The president’s daughter.
    They had abducted the fucking president’s daughter.
    The litany ran through his head like a bullet train. He could hardly think of anything else, which was bad considering he
     came here for one thing and one thing only and it had nothing to do with Grace Reeves.
    “Shit, man, I can’t believe you busted out.” Zane clapped him on the back again. At this point he would have bruises tomorrow.
    The rest of the guys dropped off in various spots in the living room. No one was concerned with the presence of the gagged
     woman in the back room. He wondered if she had eaten. Or used the restroom. They’d had her since yesterday. Had they seen
     to any of her needs?
    One guy immediately lit up a joint, while another one sat in front of the beat-up coffee table and started shaking cocaine
     out of a sack. Some things never changed. They were all still a bunch of drug dealing burnouts. That’s what Otis Sullivan
     wanted them to be—what he had always wanted them to be. Mindless drones subject to him.
    Reid glanced around, taking in the sagging mouths and dilated eyes of every guy present, including his own brother. They didn’t
     have a care in the world or a thought in their heads. Not a single one sober and yet they were the most hunted men in America
     right now.
    And he had just joined their ranks.
    “What you gonna do with the girl?” he asked, trying to sound casual, as though it didn’t matter one way or another to him.
     As though he couldn’t still see her face, her eyes, in his mind.
    “I don’t know. We’ll figure something out.” His brother shifted on his feet and shot a cagey look at Rowdy. Instantly,