Mafia's Captive Desire
The other, the one who had been riding shotgun, was groaning, blood trickling down the side of his head.
Barry yanked the passenger door open and grabbed the man by the collar, dragging him out onto the road.
Lucy’s eyes widened at the sheer force. Barry didn’t even seem out of breath.
“Still alive,” Dean noted, glancing at Barry.
Barry gave a sharp nod. “Good. Get him in the car.”
The injured man groaned again, trying weakly to push Barry’s hands away, but Barry’s grip didn’t budge. “Save your energy,” Barry muttered coldly.
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