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smart enough not to try to take back the GPS. She glared at Viper as he smirked down at her and slipped the GPS into the left front pocket of his leather jacket.
    Viper swung his chilling pink gaze back to Stoner. “Have her make a list of things you’ll need for the lab and get it to me by morning.”
    Viper turned and entered the building, leaving Karen and Stoner alone outside. 
    Karen glared after Viper, her gaze on the inked serpent slithering up the back of his head. She turned back to Stoner.
    “You’re a chauvinistic piece of shit, you know that?”
    Stoner fought back a chuckle. The woman certainly spoke her mind.
    He motioned for her to go up the steps and into the building.
    “After you.”
    Karen didn’t move. She knelt on the ground and glared up at him. “You know I’m going to escape at the earliest opportunity.” Her gaze brewed with defiance.
    She hadn’t said “ try to escape” but “ going to escape.” He’d suspected as much. That was what worried him. He was coming to expect the unexpected from Karen Williams. She was a woman like no other.
    But her “escape” wasn’t going to happen right now. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet, pulling her up the steps after him.
    She yanked her arm from him grasp, stumbling back. “I can manage just fine on my own, thank you.”
    Stoner arched a brow as she marched past him and entered the lodge.
    Viper was right that she was a handful. The woman was going to be the death of Stoner.
    Quite literally.

CHAPTER SIX
    “So, Viper said to get a list of all the items you’ll need to clone marijuana.”
    Stoner eyed Karen across the round table where they sat in the compound’s dining area. He had a notepad in front of him and a pen in his hand, waiting for her to answer.
    Karen ignored Stoner’s question. She wasn’t telling him shit. He could go to hell, along with the lot of these murdering bikers, who could all kiss her ass.
    As soon as they’d entered the building, Stoner had ushered her into this room and pushed her into a chair at the table.
    The building was huge, built out of massive logs with large, open rooms, hardwood floors, silk plants placed around the place in corners or empty spaces, big leather furniture, bear rugs in front of couches, various animal heads on the walls, a long wooden bannister that went up a stairwell to the second and third floors…it was quite impressive.
    Karen glanced around the dining area, which contained about ten or fifteen round tables, each table capable of seating about six people. A few other bikers sat at some of the tables surrounding them, talking and joking, some playing cards, some drinking beer. Karen was relieved she wasn’t the only woman at the compound. There were currently three other women in the dining room, one about Karen’s age, the other two much younger, mid-twenties. The other women all eyed her curiously, though they made no attempt to approach her or speak with her.
    A kitchen area was located off to the right of the dining room and contained three large stainless steel refrigerators, a gigantic commercial gas range, various other kitchen appliances, and a big metal sink. She had no idea how many bikers lived here, but the kitchen was large enough to prepare meals for a small army.
    Stoner had pulled a beer from one of the refrigerators and offered her one. Karen had declined. He’d shrugged and popped off the top of a Negra Modelo with his pocket knife. He’d slid into a chair at the table where they now sat and took a large gulp of the beer, watching her across the table.
    Karen stared back as he took another sip of the dark beer. It had been awhile since she’d had a beer. She needed one now. If she was going to survive the night in this place, she might as well get a little tipsy so she could endure whatever they had planned for her.
    “I’ll have one of those.” She motioned to his beer.
    He quirked a brow.
    “Please.”
    He rose and went into the kitchen