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tried. But the last time…”
    Joel knew about the last time. She’d ended up in the hospital with a broken jaw. That had been seven months ago, two months before he’d made his decision and told Vincent that he wanted his wife. And for five months, he’d had her. And she hadn’t been hurt, not once.
    Surprisingly though, he was. Hurt that she wouldn’t leave her husband for him. Even though he understood how afraid she was.
    “I won’t let him hurt you, Tracy,” he whispered against her brow, hugging her fiercely.
    “I know.” She drew back a little, and Joel felt his heart clench as she stared up at him with those big gray eyes, her soft, blonde, tousled locks framing her elfin features. “It’s not me I’m worried about.” She swallowed and he watched, rage already brewing inside him. What had Vincent told her?
    “Last time I tried to leave him, he sent a man to my mom’s house. While she was sleeping, the man raped Mama’s nurse. And he told me next time, he’d find somebody who liked them old and feeble.”
    Joel clenched his jaw, fighting back the need to bellow out the rage inside him. Quietly, he said, “I can take care of your mama, Tracy. And you. I don’t want you living in that house anymore.”
    As she tucked her head under his chin again, he felt his hopes die. But then, an insane delight ripped through him as she murmured, “Let me think about it, Joel. Okay? Just let me think…”
    He was silent for a few minutes, his head whirling with thoughts. Over the past few months, he had been making moves that would eventually bring Vincent’s world crashing down around him.
    Soon, Joel knew, he would have to make the final move. Reveal his hand, so to speak.
    When that happened, information he had been gathering would be in the hands of people who desperately wanted to bring Grainger down. Letters, memos, videotapes that Grainger was completely ignorant off, all of which would be sent to the New York City DA, the FBI, and every major news station.
    Grainger would have no place to turn. Too many of the people he’d walked on to get where he was would only laugh if he tried to get help. He’d be alone—and that was exactly how Joel wanted him.
    He wanted the bastard to feel alone, helpless.
    Wanted to see that look in Grainger’s eyes before he killed him.
    But when that happened, Joel didn’t know what in the hell would happen with Tracy.
    Joel was tired of lies.
    He’d tell her the truth. But when she knew what he had done, the lies he had told, lives that he had most likely ruined, the people he had hurt—and the blood on his hands—what would she do?
    Shoving the thoughts aside, he muttered, “Think later.” Tumbling her onto her back, he slanted his mouth across hers. “Think later,” He repeated, his voice harsh and guttural. Right now, I want to make love to you.”
    Under the cloudy gray sky, as the surf crashed against the rocks several hundred feet away, he stripped her naked, worshipped her body with his hands, his mouth, adored her with his eyes, and etched every last nuance of her on his memory.
    The clock was ticking…the game would be over soon.
    * * * * *
    From the cliffs, Vincent watched as his partner fucked Tracy.
    He licked his lips hungrily, wishing he was the one taking Joel’s cock into his body.
    It wasn’t a new thing. He’d been having fantasies about Joel Lockhart almost since he’d met the strong, intimidating bastard years earlier.
    Joel had confused the hell out of Vincent. It was pretty damn obvious that the bastard wanted something, but what in the hell it was, Vincent still didn’t know. It couldn’t just be Tracy. And if Joel just wanted in on the more lucrative aspects of Vincent’s businesses, then he would have acted years ago.
    No, Joel had waited years before even accepting an offer from Vincent. Vincent had made easily half a dozen proposals before had Joel accepted even the simplest one.
    And all the while, Joel had moved in silence,