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phone. “Do what we ask and you’ll be
safe.”
    She studied the contours of his shirt, wondering where he
hid his gun. “Safe from what?”
    “We’ll tell you on the way.” Once more, he wrapped his
fingers around her upper arm. Whether it was for moral support or because he
didn’t want her to flee, Lea didn’t know.
    With him on one side and Toby on the other, she felt both
protected and vulnerable. They led her from the lot to the darkened street,
walking briskly, not stopping until they’d passed the business end of the area
and entered a modest residential development. There, they stopped in front of a
black Chevy SUV.
    Toby opened the back door. Lea’s stomach churned. “Tell me
now,” she said. “Before I get inside. I mean it.”
    The men exchanged a look.
    Lea frowned. “Dammit, what are you keeping me safe from?”
    “The man who wants you dead,” Jake said. “The one who
murdered your father.”
     
    His wait was almost at an end.
    For years, he’d lived for tonight, the feel of his hands
around Lea Baptista’s throat, her pulse quickening beneath his thumbs, her eyes
pleading with him for mercy, her voice catching on a cry that she wasn’t Maria
Morales.
    He knew better. He’d discovered the truth a short while ago.
For what her father had done, she would also pay.
    His body tensed with fury, but he kept his expression
relaxed, just another man biding time until the next performance.
    A young female server stopped in front of his leather wing
chair, blocking his view of the stage. Appreciating her naked breasts and the
black G-string she wore, he finally looked at her pretty face.
    “Another Chivas?” she asked cheerily, glancing at the scar
on his chin.
    The only Scotch he’d ordered remained untouched on the small
table to the side. He wasn’t a man who indulged in liquor or drugs, not while
stalking his prey.
    “Of course,” he answered agreeably, not wanting to bring
unnecessary attention to himself.
    With what appeared to be calculated intent, she leaned
close, the side of her breast brushing his sleeve as she took his still-filled
glass. A light, lemony fragrance wafted up from her pale skin, the scent
complementing her wheat-colored hair.
    “Thank you,” he murmured.
    Turning her face to his, she flashed an inviting smile,
telling him he could have her if he wanted.
    The thought intrigued. Along with how far she’d be willing
to go.
    When he ordered her to her hands and knees on his bed,
securing her wrists to the headboard, would she protest? He doubted it. She
appeared in need of authority and punishment.
    The strokes of his strap would be quick and precise. When
her ass was as pink as her cleft, he’d sink his cock into her cunt, then take
her anally, all while stroking her clit, making certain she enjoyed the act.
After which, he’d be forced to kill her so she couldn’t identify him.
    Clearly, there was no time for such pleasure tonight, not
with Maria Morales to deal with.
    He brought up his iPhone and looked at the screen, ignoring
the young woman deliberately, reflecting on how lucky she was to live another
day.
    She lingered only a moment before moving to the man on his
left, asking about his drink, her question no less pleasant despite the
rejection.
    Waiting until she reached the crowd behind the chairs, he
checked the time on his phone, noting that the next and final show of the
night—SiNN’s—would begin shortly.
    In painstaking detail, he recalled her last performance more
than an hour ago. How she’d licked her forefinger, swirling the moisture on the
tips of her nipples, making them even harder. The way she’d stroked the chains
that scarcely hid her naked cunt, taunting the audience with the hope that she
might just take them off, along with her mask.
    She had not, hiding her identity here even though she had no
idea he was after her. He’d learned that from her father before executing him.
She’d confirmed it during her last show when their eyes had