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his arms. Her soft curves felt so good pressed up against him. He was going
to have a hard time keeping his hands off her.
    Fuck.
    It was going to be a long night.
    He looked up at the sky. It was pitch black, but
there were a billion stars and a low hanging moon. Tucking the blanket tighter
around her, he bent to her ear, and whispered, “You warming up?”
    She nodded, and took another swig from the bottle
before handing it back to him. They drank half of it in silence before she
spoke again. “What are you going to do with me?” she finally had the nerve to
ask.
    All the mental images of what he wanted to do with
her flashed before his eyes, desire shooting through him. But he’d made her a
promise, and he intended to keep it. He took a deep breath. “If I let you go,
you’ll tell your dad, ‘the cop’. And there ain’t no way,” he nodded back toward
where they’d come. “ you tell that story, that there’s anything on this earth that would keep him
from coming for all our heads. And I wouldn’t blame him. But, babe, I can’t let
that happen.”
    “So I’m supposed to say nothing? You think I’m just
supposed to forget what they did to me, what he did to me?” she whispered brokenly, shivering with the memory.
    Cole felt the tremble move through her body. And it
affected him. More than he wanted to admit. “Look, I understand retribution.
Retaliation. Shit, I know all about it. I know you want them to pay for what
they did to you, but-”
    “But, what?” she broke in, anger flaring through
her, pushing out the hurt and fear. “I’m just supposed to let it go?”
    “No, but you need to learn something, and learn it
quick!” Cole snapped back, anger rising in him just as quickly as it did in
her. “You don’t rat on us, and live to tell about it. Got that? You could end
up dead if you try to bring charges against anyone in the club. You hear me?
Dead. They don’t give a fuck if you’re a girl. If they think you’re gonna rat,
they’ll kill you, and not think twice about it.”
    “They? You mean you, don’t you? You’d kill me?” She
turned to look back at him, almost daring him to confirm it.
    He stared at her. “You gonna make me say it?”
    She gasped, “So all this ‘I’m not gonna hurt you’
stuff is bullshit?”
    “No. Look, I don’t want to see you hurt. I’m trying
to think of a way out of this. What he did to you-”
    “You don’t know what he did to me. Don’t pretend you
do,” she snapped back, turning in his arms to face forward again.
    What could he say to that? Not a damn thing. He took
another swig of whiskey.
    “I can’t let it go. Could you?” she asked in a
whisper after they’d both had a moment to cool off.
    “No,” he exhaled. “No, I don’t suppose I would,” he
conceded.
    They sat quietly.
    How the hell was he supposed to reason with her? Make
her see? He thought about what he’d do if he were that cop. If he had a
daughter that this happened to. He didn’t have to think about it long. He knew
what he’d do, and it would have nothing to do with the law, but everything to
do with justice.
    An idea began to percolate in his brain. He mulled
it over, analyzing it from every angle. This whole situation was fucked. There
was no good answer, only the lesser evil. He considered it long and hard before
he thought about suggesting to her the solution he’d come up with. Hell, it was
the only option he could think of, at least the only option he could think of
that he could actually live with. The two of them were gonna have to come to an understanding first, if they had any chance of working this
shit out. He took a deep breath, and blew it out. “Maybe I’ve got a solution.”
    She didn’t respond, but she turned her head a couple
of inches to the right to let him know she was listening.
    “If I find this Asian guy, and make him and Chucky
pay for what they did to you, would that satisfy you? You leave your father out
of this. Let me handle it.