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stretching and standing. “Nothing’s going to happen tonight. I’ll talk
to you in the morning.”
They nodded and gave him a friendly goodbye.
On his way out the door, he bumped into that obnoxious reporter.
She rolled her eyes.
“Excuse you,” she said with a huff as she fixed her hair and
charged into the room past him.
He watched her ass sway in her tight skirt. She was a loose end.
She’d been useful over the years. Jana Evans had been more than
willing to report what he told her to report. He’d always been careful
with her. He used disposable cells to call her and never the same one
twice. He gave nothing of himself. It had been mere coincidence that
his rabbit had been involved with such a piranha.
Of course, piranhas had nothing on sharks.
He turned and followed the redhead and her escort. It was time to
announce that the Marquis de Sade had arrived in Bliss.
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“I don’t see why I can’t go to the bathroom, Logan.” Laura had to
glare up at the deputy. This close, she could see the tired look in his
eyes. Lately he’d taken to wearing a pair of aviators everywhere he
went, but tonight he’d left them off, and there was no denying the red
rim to his eyes. Logan Green was on the edge of something, and damn
if Laura could figure out how to help him.
“Because you could be brutally murdered.”
“In the ladies room?”
He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. I was almost brutally
murdered in my boss’s office. It happens.”
And that was the trouble. Months before, Logan had been tortured
by members of the Russian mob who had come to Bliss looking for a
painting of Jen Waters’s. Logan had endured hours of painful
questioning. It was a miracle he’d survived, but the sweet boy who
loved comic books and napped at work was gone. That Logan Green
had died, and Laura wasn’t sure how to get to the one who had taken
his place. “Logan, you can stand outside, if you like. All the other
women are allowed to go to the bathroom.”
He looked down at her, an unmoving slab of granite. “I’ll let you
go, but I stand outside the stall.”
She closed her eyes in frustration. She didn’t really need to go.
She just wanted a minute alone.
“All the other women are not being hunted by a serial killer,” he
said without inflection.
He had been like this for thirty minutes. He followed her around,
not speaking unless he needed to. He’d just been a hulking presence
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as she talked to Stella and her husband, Sebastian, about the wedding,
and then Brooke Harper about how they were going to get Nell into a
bra before Stef and Jen’s wedding. Not once had the deputy cracked a
smile.
“Logan, do you want to talk about it?” she asked quietly. It looked
like she wasn’t going anywhere until Nate Wright decided to un-sic
Logan.
There was only the fine tightening around his eyes to let her know
he’d even heard her. He looked older than his twenty-three years. The
last six months had given Logan a body to die for. It had toned and
tightened him until even his face had lost its boyish charm and was
replaced with a hard masculinity. But he’d also lost his joy.
“I know what it’s like,” she said. “You feel utterly helpless. You
know what it means to be in someone else’s power, and it’s horrible.
It changes you, but it doesn’t have to ruin your whole life.”
But wasn’t she letting it ruin hers? Hours she’d spent agonizing
over letting Rafe and Cam go. Was she doing it for the right reasons?
Or was she just afraid?
No. She couldn’t think that way. It was selfish. She wasn’t afraid
of them anymore. She had loved them once, but she’d proven that she
could live without them, and happily at that. This was her home, and
her friends were her family. Rafe and Cam would give up eventually,
and they would find a life that made them happy, too. Rafe would go
back to the FBI, and Cam would find someone to build a family with.
Logan simply stared at her as though he could read her thoughts.
“Sure. Voice of reason, huh? You’re totally adjusted, Laura. I’ll take
that under consideration.”
“There she is!” Jana’s flat Midwestern cadence broke through the
chatter surrounding Laura. Laura knew she’d cultivated that accent.
Jana was from Jersey. “You look…fine. I think the whole small-town
girl thing will really sell this story.”
She stared at Jana, wondering what to say. Laura had been
reconsidering this little plan of hers. Maybe Rafe and Cam were right.
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De Sade would come after her anyway. All she was doing by taunting
him was bringing Bliss back into the spotlight. She was just about to
open her mouth to tell Jana to go to hell when Rafe and Cam walked
back into the hall, looks of grim determination on their faces. Stef,
Nate, Zane, Max, and Rye walked after them. Every man walking in
looked at her.
What the fuck was going on?
Whatever it was, Laura had the feeling it was going to be
interesting.
Cam walked straight up to Jana. “You, go away.”
“I will not. I have an interview. Laura promised me. If I don’t get
my interview, I’m going to run the story anyway. I can make her look
good, or I can make her look like the cowardly FBI agent who doesn’t
care that women are being killed.” Jana’s perfectly sculpted lips
curled into a sneer. “I can make her look like the hero, or I can make
her a complete pariah. It’s up to you.”
Laura was just about to defend herself when Cam stared down at
the reporter. “And I promise that if you attempt to smear her in any
way, I will find a way to make your life hell. I am damn good with a
computer. I got a stern talking-to from the government at the age of
twelve because I managed to hack into several of their systems. They
were kind enough to decide I wasn’t a criminal and took an interest in
getting me into the FBI. I will turn criminal if that’s what it takes to fuck with you.”
Rafe turned to her as well. “And I have connections. I will use
those connections to ensure that you are not hirable.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You can’t do that.”
Stef Talbot smiled lazily as he stepped forward. “Oh, I assure you
I can. I happen to know that several of the heads of the networks are
great lovers of art. A well-placed word and your career is in the toilet.
If I can’t influence them with my status as an artist, I assure you my
status as a billionaire and the heir to Talbot Industries will influence them.”
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Laura saw the minute Jana knew she was defeated. She turned the
burgeoning scowl into a placid smile. “Mr. Talbot, I think there’s
been a misunderstanding. Laura is a dear friend. I’m just surprised
that these men would think to c
urtail her freedom as a woman.”
Oh, not even Nell would have been fooled by that one.
“Well, if you think we’re cavemen now,” Cam said with a grin
just before he leaned over and shoved a shoulder in Laura’s
midsection. Laura found herself in a fireman’s hold before she could
think to protest.
“Cam, put me down!” Laura shouted, although she was shouting it
to his butt. It was a really nice butt encased in some fairly tight blue jeans. She had the sudden, wicked urge to cup that ass because it
belonged to her.
That was a dangerous thought.
“No can do, baby,” Cam said with an easy confidence. “We’ve
decided we outvote you.”
“I didn’t realize we were a democracy,” Laura shot back.
Rafe was suddenly on one knee. He gently pulled her head back
so she was forced to look into that gorgeous face of his. His olive skin practically glowed in the low light, and those dark eyes of his got her
every time. “There are many things we intend to make you understand
tonight, bella. The first of which is you will not be speaking to that woman.”
Cam started to carry her out. She bounced against his body,
straining to see as he walked. “Damn it, Cam. Put me down. You
can’t manhandle me like this.”
“Yes, I can,” he said, a weird cheeriness to his voice. “I’m doing it
right now.”
She heard the door open and close, and the world around her got a
lot darker as he left the building and walked out into the parking lot.
She saw Rafe walking behind them. Maybe he was going to be more
reasonable. “Rafe, this is not exactly legal.”
“Take it up with the sheriff.”
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Laura strained, and she could make out Nate Wright standing in
the doorway looking out over the parking lot. He did not look like a
man about to arrest someone, which was surprising given his
predilections.
What had gone on in that meeting? “Let’s talk about this. I’m
willing to admit that talking to Jana was a mistake, but I’m not going
to put up with this. We’re adults, and we should discuss this situation
rationally.”
Cam snorted. “Not going to happen. You’re not in charge tonight,
baby.”
The door to the SUV opened, and Laura found herself stuffed into
the car. Rafe followed hard after her while Cam raced around to the
front seat. Before she could scoot to the other side, Rafe pulled her
close. His arms circled her.
“We’ve been going about this all wrong. We’ve been treating you
like fragile glass, but you’re not really fragile, bella. You’re strong.
You’re so fucking strong. You can handle a little fight. We’re going
to give it to you.” Rafe’s warm breath played along her skin. “Some
of the other men seem to think we should tie you up and spank you
until you submit.”
She was so going to kill Stefan Talbot.
“But I think that would cause more trouble,” Rafe concluded.
“I voted for the spanking, baby,” Cam said as he pulled out. “I
thought it sounded hot.”
“We’ll see how you like it then,” Laura shot back.
“Yes, I thought that would be your reaction,” Rafe murmured as
he stroked her hair. He should stop doing that. He was kidnapping
her. “So Cam and I compromised.”
“We’re going to fuck you until you admit you love us,” Cam
explained.
“I already admitted I love you.” Loving them wasn’t the problem.
She would love them until the day she died, but she couldn’t ask them
to give up everything for her.
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“Fine, we’ll fuck you until you forgive us.” Rafe’s hands delved
under the collar of her blouse. She tried to move away, but he held her
tight. It occurred to her that she should be fighting this loss of
freedom.
When she’d first come to Bliss, she’d had terrible nightmares
about being held down. Over the years, those nightmares had shifted
and turned into dreams of being wrapped in Rafe and Cam. Fear had
changed to longing. She still had the occasional dream that de Sade
had come for her, but lately, the end had changed. Lately, when she
thought she would die, the bonds that held her down became warm
hands stroking her and Rafe’s voice telling her she was safe. She
would look up and Cam was the one standing over her, a look of love
in his eyes.
“I forgive you,” she said, emotion choking her. Damn it. If it was forgiveness they were looking for, then she would give it to them. She
could give them what they needed. She could forgive them, but she
was never going to…
Tears streamed down now.
“Bella?” Rafe forced her face up.
“I don’t forgive me,” she choked out. “Oh, god, I don’t forgive
me.”
She let Rafe pull her into his arms, his warmth surrounding her.
She was here when all those other women were gone from this earth.
Why was she the only one? And how could she have walked away?
She’d run so fast and so far, but he’d caught up with her, and what
had that cost all of them?
“I should have stayed,” she whispered against the fabric of Rafe’s
shirt.
Strong hands stroked her. “Bella, you can’t blame yourself.”
Couldn’t she? The sight of those girls haunted her. She’d known
he was lurking, and she’d chosen to hide. She’d picked her pain over
what she’d known was right. God, she’d never cried. Five years and
she’d never cried.
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At first it was all about surviving. It was all about putting one foot
in front of the other and making it through the day without blowing
her brains out. She’d walked out because she couldn’t deal with Rafe
or Cam. She hadn’t been able to face them, much less choose between
them. She’d made it through the interviews by pretending it had
happened to someone else. She had pushed it back until she told
herself it didn’t touch her anymore, but now she could see it had
affected her every minute of every day.
“He hurt me.”
A stupid assertion. Obviously he’d hurt her, but she’d never said it
so simply. She’d told them the clinical details of what had happened
to her. She’d explained how he’d bound her and how she’d gotten
away. She’d described the knife he’d used on her in technical details,
but not how it had felt when he’d shoved it in her torso. He’d used a
small knife, and he’d cut her over and over. It had been enough to
hurt, but not kill her right away. She’d never told them how she’d felt.
She’d never told them how she’d felt when she’d woken up from
anesthesia and the doctor had told her that he’d been forced to
perform a hysterectomy in order to stop her internal bleeding. There
had been numerous other things, but that was all she’d heard that first
night.
“I’m so sorry, bella.”
She could feel something wet on her forehead. Tears. Rafe was
could cry, she could, too. She could be brave enough to do it.
“He made me feel so small.” She’d been insignificant. She’d been
nothing but a body bound to a slab. An insect to dissect. She’d been
nothing to him. Hours of torture had led her to the conclusion that she
was nothing.
When the Marquis de Sade had left her alone abruptly, it had
taken everything she had to fight. She’d gotten one hand free by
working it out of the binding. She’d used her own blood to do it.
She’d found a towel and shoved it against her belly to hold herself
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together. She’d found the door that led out to the warehouse he was
using and made her way to the street. All the way she’d wondered if it
was even worth it. Her feet had moved as though the will to live was
something that put her on autopilot. How long had she been on
autopilot?
“You weren’t small, baby.” Emotion choked Cam’s throat as he
drove toward her cabin. “You were loved. No matter what he did to
you, you were loved. So fucking precious to me.”
“To both of us.” Rafe’s hands tightened as though he was scared
to let her go. “He can’t take that from you. He can’t make you small.
You’re Laura Rosen…Niles…whatever you want to call yourself, but
you are loved. Always loved.”
It hadn’t happened to someone else. It had happened to her. It
wasn’t technical. It was visceral and emotional, and she’d ignored it
for far too long. It was still happening to her because she wouldn’t let these two men in. She’d lied to Logan. She’d lied to Rafe and Cam.
She’d lied to herself. She wasn’t pushing them away for their own
good. She was letting that fucker win because he was affecting her
life.
Laura cried because she’d held it in for so long. She’d sat up alone
at night, a pain in her chest that wouldn’t let her go. She released it
now because for the first time in years, she was finally safe. The
danger might not have passed, but she was safe.
She was loved. No matter what he did to her, she was loved.
“I can’t have babies,” she sobbed. That hurt so much. He’d taken
that from her. He’d taken her babies. All that mattered was the fact