Diego banged his fist against the door, waiting a few heartbeats for the cold, sharp summons that was most definitely not the voice of her husband. Casey's body felt hot and numb all at once as Diego pushed the door open and shoved her through, forcing her to stand face to face with the man that had promised he would come for her. Diego dropped his hand, removing the physical support she so desperately needed. She swayed on the spot, her eyes glued to the dark, foreboding figure standing next to Ignacio's desk, taller and more imposing in Ignacio's office than her husband had ever been. She took a few measured breaths, forcing her frozen lungs to work, sipping air properly so her head wouldn't explode in pain again and disgrace her during this vital moment. "Come here, Casey," Reyes said coldly.She approached him warily, her legs moving mechanically as she rounded the side of the desk before stopping a few feet from him. He didn't touch her, just watched her every stumbling move

He watched her every move with such sharp impatience, she was surprised he allowed her enough privacy that she was able to dress in the walk-in closet with door closed. Casey slipped on a pair of her favourite skinny jeans with rips in the thighs and topped it with a T-shirt that had a bloody rose and skull on it. She pulled on a short leather jacket with buckles on the side and tugged her hair free. She examined her shoes and briefly considered her flats as the more comfortable option for a kidnapping, but decided she preferred the height of four-inch black heeled boots that zipped up the back and fitted perfectly over her jeans. She glanced at her reflection in the standing mirror on the wall in the closet and decided she looked almost perfectly armoured.She had a nice selection of makeup in her favourite purse, which was on a shelf with her other purses. She was relieved that she didn't have to use her vanity table. Casey swiped on a coating of dark smoky eye shadow, smudging it

They stopped once to refuel the airplane in a mountainous region about four hours into the flight. Neither Reyes nor any of his men told her where they stopped, but they seemed relaxed enough as they disembarked the plane to stretch their legs at the private air field. Reyes helped her off the plane and walked with her toward a building where she was able to use the facilities and grab a sandwich. When Casey emerged back into the morning sunlight she was keenly aware of the intense perusal of several armed men wearing military uniforms. Reyes joined her again, sliding his arm possessively around her back. The eyes that had been on her fell quickly away as though they knew exactly who he was. Apparently, his claim on her sealed her position. Not having any clue where she was, she wasn't going to fight him on it. He handed her a pair of large, aviator style sunglasses that covered half her face when she slid them on. She was grateful for the coverage. They boarded the plane as soon as

Casey's mouth fell open and she couldn't help the look of horror that passed over her face at his blunt words. She knew the harshness of that statement was meant to shock her back into her place. To tell them both exactly where she belonged. Maybe her little speech had reminded him that he shouldn't be elevating her beyond what she actually was. The pathetic widow of a dead, degenerate ex-business associate.Reyes grabbed her hand and pulled her forcibly behind him toward a massive open doorway off the bedroom. It was a huge tiled washroom filled with gorgeous frosted glass and light furnishings. She was used to luxury but nothing like this. She would have taken more time to stare around her in awe and touch the things in the lovely room, but Reyes began undressing right there in front of her, capturing her entire attention.Casey started to back away from him toward the bedroom, but he snatched her wrist and swung her around until she was trapped between him and the rest of the beau

"Where is she?" Reyes demanded, snapping at Alejandro as he strode down the stairs toward the front doors of the mansion. He knew she wasn't inside since he had his entire staff searching for her and no one had found her.Fuck, he hadn't taken his eyes off her for two solid weeks and once, just once he'd allowed her a moment alone. She'd asked him if she could go take a nap by herself while he attended to business and she up and fucking disappeared. He knew his obsession with her was bordering on insanity, that she needed a little breathing room, but he couldn't seem to help it. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, though he was about to revise that opinion. No, he just couldn't seem to leave her alone. Didn't want to keep his hands or his eyes to himself. Now that she was in his keeping he wanted his queen in his bed, in his presence and by his side with a fervency that surprised even him. He'd always been extremely solitary, preferring his own company. But now he wanted Casey with hi