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or his response and tossed the bur

ogether over his knee. The amusement dancing in his da

a dull thud. Axel and Zane stalked into

ility as he planted his boots at the foot of my bed. "No. I'm taking a kill squad to their

h a metallic snap. "For once, I agree with the knuckle-dragger. You jus

outlaws, meeting their fierce, p

worthless. Telling the entire county that without the Raven patch, I was nothing more than roadkill. If you shoot him in his sleep,

ht his primal urge to lock me in the room and slaughter the

veloped the bed. "But my enforcers surround that neutral

s lighter shut with a grin that didn't reach his

, shoving Zane out of the doorway with her hip. "Stop cr

crisp apple. "I like your style, baby. If you're goi

opposite wall. He plugged in his tablet, and the screen flickered to

, pointing to the feeds. "Every traffic cam, every satellite relay, and every

ed across the glass with lightning speed, opening th

ng lines of green encryption code with wide eyes.

utomatic receivers through the docks using a shell logistics company. I just forwarded his complete m

es of my chair, effectively caging me within his warmth. "A masterstroke. By sunrise, his supply line

g against the soft cotton of Ryder's shi

e three reluctant men toward the door. "Tomorrow, you s

through the ballistic glass, p

in racks of designer leather jacke

faded denim-and-leather jacket hanging in the back of the cl

ing that,

before a wide, wicked grin split her face. "Playing the

o an oversized, ordinary brown trench coat and tying her silver-str

mbat boots, and slipped a compact, loaded Brow

iting. All three were geared in full combat leather, sidearm

me a small thermal flask of warm water. "One si

d, buckling my seatbelt in the

gliding out of the underground bunker into the blinding mor