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hadn’t felt similarly cautious when she was alone with Jagger earlier.
    â€œWe’re not going to hurt you.” Sherry pulled away from Wheels and leaned against the now empty dresser. Zane had removed Arianne’s gun and Jagger’s gym bag on his way out.
    â€œJagger won’t hurt you either,” she said. “He doesn’t hurt women.”
    â€œUnless they burn down our clubhouse and kill one of our brothers.” Wheels scowled, but with his baby face, the scowl was more of a scrunch and just made him look cute.
    â€œIt wasn’t me.”
    Sherry laughed. “I’d say that, too, if I were trapped in a rival MC’s clubhouse with one hundred angry bikers downstairs calling for my head.”
    She must have paled, because Sherry was instantly contrite. “Hey, don’t worry. I meant what I said about Jagger. I know him well … probably better than anyone here. He never takes a life unless it’s justified.”
    Arianne grabbed the window ledge for support. He was the enemy—a ruthless, merciless biker who led the only MC in Montana her father considered a true threat—and she needed to keep that fact foremost in her mind.
    â€œWell, that didn’t reassure her,” Wheels said. “Now she looks like she’s about to faint.”
    â€œKinda like you when Zane and Cade told you the Devil Dog VP’s old lady was a sweet butt who wanted into your pants.”
    â€œThat wasn’t funny.” Wheels’ nostrils flared. “I’d been a prospect for only a week. No one told me old ladies were totally off-limits, even to talk to. He almost killed me.”
    Sherry winked at Arianne, then looked up at Wheels. “I don’t think it was the ‘talking’ part that pissed off the VP; it was when you put your hand up her skirt and pinched her ass right in front of him.”
    Arianne laughed, and her tension eased. Even the Black Jacks loved to haze their prospects. It was a favorite biker pastime.
    â€œWho took off her handcuffs?” Jagger’s deep voice cut through the laughter, and the room stilled. He braced one arm on the doorjamb and one overhead filling the doorway with his lean, muscular body.
    â€œThat would be me.” She gave him a cool smile, amused by his assumption she’d required assistance to get free.
    Jagger glared at Sherry and Wheels. “No one thought to put them back on her? After I told you only twenty minutes ago that she was a flight risk?” He crossed the room and slammed the window closed behind her, the loud bang shaking the glass panes. “And you’re letting her stand by an open window no more than ten feet off the ground?”
    Wheels and Sherry shared a terrified glance, and Arianne felt a twinge of annoyance. Despite her situation, she had to admit they’d been nothing but friendly. Not that she would jump to their defense. Political savvy had saved her neck time and again in the Black Jack clubhouse, and no one, but no one, challenged the president. At least, not in public.
    Jagger dismissed Wheels and Sherry, waiting until the door closed before he circled Arianne’s wrist with his thumb and forefinger, his voice dropping to a sensual growl. “When I cuff you to the bed, I expect you to stay there.”
    If his intent was to throw her off balance, it had worked. Mouth dry, every nerve in her body focused on the soft brush of his thumb over her skin, her body came alive with sensation. She toyed with the hem of her shirt as she tried to get herself together.
    â€œI wasn’t really in the mood to be restrained.”
    His eyes glittered, and electricity fired the air between them. “What were you in the mood for, little vixen?” He dropped his gaze to her lips, and for a second, she thought he might kiss her. Instead he tugged her in the direction of the bed.
    â€œEscape. That’s usually what people want when they’ve been