"I don't believe that, there must be some other explanation.""If there is Jaxx I'd like to hear it. When I got back she was wearing one of my shirts, a shirt that was left on the boat. She admitted to swiping it from there but of course denied the other." "Of course she denied it you hardheaded son of a bitch. But did you listen? You know what I think? I think you're running scared. What happened brother, did she make you feel?" Figures! "What the fuck are you talking about Jaxx?""What am I talking about? We spent the few days you were gone with that girl and I'm telling you she didn't betray you, she doesn't have it in her. She's in love with you poor thing. I don't know what happened, I'd believe she took the shirt because females do that kinda wonky shit when they're in love, it doesn't matter how old they are. But planting that shit, no way. Why would she when she knows she's the first place you'd look?" That made sense but I still wasn't convinced. "M

"Come on Cierra, you've got to get out of here for a while. This can't be good for you, cooped up here all day." I pulled the covers higher around my shoulders and ignored Star as she moved around the room picking up stuff off the floor. Sabra had parked her fine rear end on the chair in the corner with a magazine in her hand. For the past few days it's been like this. The Bureau had put me on leave until the whole bug thing was sorted out. Even though Hank believed that I was the one responsible, that it had been that easy for me to deceive him, he had no idea the hell that had caused me with the agency. The bureau would never have sanctioned it in the first place, because whether he knew it or not, they were under strict orders from someone somewhere not to go near him. That was the reason for the director having such a hard on for him. It was as if there were two battles going on, on either side of him. One man was protecting him at all cost, while another was trying

I threw myself out of the chair I'd been sitting in stewing for the last half hour and headed for the door. The mood I'm in I should probably have the driver take me to her, but just like the last time this was best done alone. In the garage I at least kept a cool enough head to choose one of the only cars of mine I was sure my shadows knew nothing of. If I didn't like playing with their heads so much they'd never know when I was coming or going; but where was the fun in that for one of the world' most wanted men? I put all thoughts of being hunted and everything else from my mind, and went after her. I knew where she was of course. Even when I thought we were through I still knew where she was and what she was doing. Not sure why it mattered since I'd convinced myself that I wanted nothing to do with her ever again, but there you have it. I parked and made my way to her place the same way I had the first night I took her. It felt almost like starting over from

Her voice was small and lost. The words tore at my heart and made me bleed. I snatched her up from the bed and headed for the door. She didn't ask where we were going, didn't do anything but put her head on my shoulder and her arms around my neck. I could feel the wetness of her tears as they fell against my skin and walked faster to my car, that I'd parked so carelessly. I folded her into the seat and buckled her in before heading to the driver's side. I got in next to her having no idea where the hell I was going. What was I supposed to do, how do I make this right? I took her cold hand in mine as I drove. I changed direction and headed to the pier, the infamous boat. She tensed up as soon as she saw the water but I reassured her quickly. "It's okay love, it's all over now." I lifted her hand to my lips as we pulled into the parking lot. I always left the boat stocked and well prepared just in case, but this was the first time it would be needed. I hel

He's been storming around this boat like a general for the past week. Good for him. I refuse to let him off that easy. He may use my body against me but I won't give him my words. It's killing him I know, the high and mighty Hank Mancini, to know that he can't break me and I'm having a grand ole time making him pay. "Cierra it's time to eat." I made a face but didn't answer. My throat was going raw from disuse. I don't think I've said two words since we boarded back in New York, not even to ask where we were going. When we made love I bit my tongue to keep the cries of pleasure at bay, though the diabolical fiend always won that fight. I wanted him to suffer, to feel the pain he'd put me through and this was the only way I knew how. My stupid heart might have softened but I'll be damned if I'll give in. He'll never get the chance to do this to me again. To turn me into a weak sniveling female. I've been on my own all my life; I'll learn to live without Hank Manc