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Nor am I any closer to working out how I’m supposed to let on that we have a rat without maybe giving it away to the guy. How can we uncover who it is and why they’ve done it without raising suspicion? Do we seek war on the Blood Eagles for what they’ve done? What kind of complications would that bring to us as a club, and also to the fact we’ve been able to do our work for Carlos completely under the radar so far? All questions I thought about the first three hours into the ride home.
    The last six hours of the ride, though? Raven black hair, full rose-tinted lips, and the sway of her shapely hips as she wandered the aisles, plagued my mind. I’ve been bitten by a bug, and with the way these thoughts have invaded my head and made a fine host out of me, it’s safe to say the fuckin’ thing is a parasitic one.
     

FOUR
    Elena
    “Ready to come home yet?”
    I jump out of my skin as I step out into the dying afternoon sun. I’ve just finished putting Papa to bed and didn’t hear him arrive.
    “It’s not my home yet, Carlos.”
    He eyes the running gear I have on. “Neither is this squalid dwelling you pass off as livable.”
    I grasp the bridge of my nose between forefinger and thumb. One, two, three . . . calm your shit, Elena. “You know the deal,” I say with a sigh. “I care for Papa while he needs me, and then you come and pick me up.”
    “I miss my plaything.” He snakes a finger out to flick the wires of my earbuds.
    “I am not your toy.”
    Carlos moves aside with an amused smirk as I march past him and give his bodyguard an overly fake smile. “Sully.”
    “Ma’am.”
    Carlos tracks me down the path, cutting me off as I turn onto the sidewalk. “You aren’t the one in control here.”
    “I know that,” I snap. “Give me room to breathe, please. I promise I’ll be back at your house as soon as Papa’s well enough.” Or dies. I wrinkle my nose at him before giving one last jab. “You must have another plaything or two on speed dial?”
    My illusions about this man were shattered a few days before I came to check on Papa. I’d found what I thought was the perfect dress to wear to a gala he’d mentioned, and I had run downstairs to get final approval on how much I wanted to spend on it.
    I’d found him cleaning the dining table with the hired help, her skirt up around her hips.
    Carlos smirks at my snide comment and pulls me to him with his hand around the back of my neck. “You know I do.”
    Why does that hurt so much? “So fucking call them.”
    Darkness turns his usually blue irises a stormy navy. He’s such a strange mix of his heritage: a Colombian mother and an American father.
    I whimper as he wrenches my head forward and up. His brutal kiss bruises my closed lips. He pushes his teeth against my mouth, biting to persuade me to give him access.
    I do when I taste blood.
    His tongue is bitter—the same stale taste as the cigars that he likes to smoke every day. I close my eyes and open them again with a start. What the hell? Carlos still assaults me, staking his claim as I shut my eyes again and yet again, see another man’s face.
    Green eyes. King .
    “You can’t expect to play this game of hard to get forever, Elena,” Carlos warns, as he lets me go with a flick of his wrist.
    I press the back of my hand to my lips while I put space between us, glancing over Carlos’s shoulder to find Sully staring blankly at the road. No help whatsoever. I hop twice on my heel and spin as I break into a run, plugging my earbuds in on the move. My thumb traces the buttons on the side of my iPod—one of the luxuries he bought to impress me—to blast the music in my ears.
    I need distraction.
    I need escape.
    Carlos’s black Escalade passes as I turn the first corner I come to. It rolls ominously down the long street until the vehicle’s merely a toy car on the horizon. My legs pump, the music loud enough to drown out any noise except for the echo of my breaths inside my head. I turn