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“You need to stay back.”
    “Or what?” he chided gently. “Let’s just sit and talk for a minute, Annika. I’m not going to kill you. Honestly, I have to say you’ve impressed the hell out of me. Most grown men would be crying and begging like babies by now.” He abruptly stopped talking. His choice of words was not lost on him.
    “Babies can’t beg,” she whispered. “Not even when they depend on you completely.”

Chapter Five
    “You can’t keep me prisoner forever,” Annika told Feliks irritably. “We’ve been driving around for hours. At some point you’re either going to run out of fuel or road.”
    He glanced at the rearview mirror for what seemed like the millionth time. “One or the other. Yes. But at least we’ve lost our tail.”
    “What?” She struggled to turn around in her seat. She was so tired and hungry that she hadn’t noticed anyone following them. “Does this mean we can stop?”
    “Why?”
    “I really need to pee.” She didn’t bother to soften her tone of voice. “And I don’t believe there was someone following us. Why would they?”
    “I can’t answer that. To find that out, I would have had to stop and beat the shit out of them to get the information.”
    “Surely you could just ask.” She didn’t like all this talk of violence. “You don’t have to beat everyone you come into contact with, do you?”
    “It’s usually faster.”
    She narrowed her gaze, realizing with no small amount of surprise that he was actually teasing her. “Are you trying to be funny? Because that is demented.”
    “Why?”
    “You kidnapped me!”
    “I saved your life.”
    “How do you figure that?”
    He pursed his lips, steering his low-slung, black sports car into the parking lot of a convenience store. “The syndicate wants you dead. Had I refused to do the job, you would not have had any luck convincing my replacement of your right to live.”
    “That sounds ominous.” In fact, her stomach knotted and cramped at the very thought of that situation. “How messed up is it that you’re basically my ticket to life at the moment?”
    “Pretty messed up.” He parked the car. “Now. I’m going to let you out to go pee. If you decide to run off, you’re on your own.”
    “Pardon me?”
    “I mean that I’m not going to chase you all over Boston, so if you decide you’d rather take your chances with the next guy the syndicate sends to punch your card, have fun with that.” His expression was not comforting.
    She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Fine. I know when I’m better off sitting tight. But if you don’t let me out right now, you’re going to have to clean your seats.”
    He gave her a dirty look as he pushed the unlock button on the driver’s door panel. “Go, then. I’ll wait here.”
    She shoved the door open and practically rolled out of the car. Considering her lack of grace in her first trimester, she could hardly even imagine what she’d be like eight months pregnant. That was something worth considering if she was going to be on the run from the syndicate.
    Annika pushed her way into the busy convenience store, so intent on her own crazy life, she almost didn’t see the policeman until she ran right into him.
    “Sorry about that, ma’am.” The cop set her back on her feet with a self-deprecating grin. “You better watch where you’re going.”
    “Yeah, I’d better,” she said faintly. Furtively glancing over her shoulder, she saw him continue out the door and head for a police cruiser parked at the opposite end of Feliks’s car.
    Did she dare try to get help from the police? She took a step as though she might pivot and run after the policeman, but her papa had instilled a bone deep distrust of law enforcement that wouldn’t allow her to take the risk. Grumbling a little, she headed for the bathroom.
    The door was locked, and she could hear someone moving about inside.
    “Dammit!” she snarled beneath her breath.
    Crossing her arms and