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How long had it been since she’d run from Eric? How long had she been here?

“You kidnapped me!” she accused him. “You’re just as bad as Eric. Worse even.”

“Maybe I just brought you here to get your car back,” he said with a sneer. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“By knocking me out and taking me against my will? You’re crazy! Give me the keys to my car, and I’m leaving,” she said, hating the stutter in her voice.

Jake’s gaze slid over her, and he scrubbed a hand across his stubble.

“Where’s that tough guy boyfriend of yours now? The one who wanted to make me leave when I picked up Eric’s sorry ass from your apartment building?”

Taylor cleared her throat, ignoring his question. “Give me the keys.”

Jake aggressively moved closer to her, and Taylor took a step back, icy cold dread snaking through her. “What was that?” she asked as she heard a car door shut.

“Just one of my guys leaving. The shop is closing up for the night. No matter. We haven’t exactly discussed payment yet.”

“Eric didn’t tell me how much I owed you, so just let me know, and I’ll head out. I’ll send you the money for the car.”

“He didn’t tell you the new arrangement? You’re the payment, sweetheart.” His voice was low. Quiet. Like he was trying not to spook her. He was the predator and she was the prey.

“What?” she asked, her heart beating rapidly.

“You’re my payment,” he repeated, stepping closer. Trapping her. One large hand wrapped around her hip, holding her in place as his other slid up her ribcage. Gripping her tightly. He pressed against her, his erection nudging against her stomach, and she screamed.

“Shhh,” he whispered, covering her mouth with one hand. Squeezing so she couldn’t move her head from his grip. “We’re closed for the weekend. No one is around to hear you.”

She trembled as he ducked down, his teeth grazing her neck. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll go nice and slow,” he said, taking his hand from her mouth.

“No,” she said, hating the way her voice shook with that one word.

“We have all night,” he said. “I’ll take you slow, up against the wall, and then maybe bend you over one of the cars and have you from behind. Maybe I’ll call one of my guys to join us. You can suck me off later to finish.”

His hands edged under her shirt, and she screamed, pushing against him and kicking him in the shin.

One large hand covered her mouth again as he shoved her back against the wall, and then suddenly the door burst open, Mason standing there, eyes blazing.

“Get the fuck off of her,” he demanded, his voice low and deadly.

“Hey now, man,” Jake said, easing slightly off of her. “We were just having a little fun.”

“Wrong fucking answer,” Mason said, moving toward him.

Jake backed away from her in haste now, realizing his error.

She gasped in surprise as she saw two other men moving quietly into the room. They didn’t look like the guys Mason was usually with at Anchors, and she wondered if they were from a different group of SEALs on base.

Before she could utter a word, the biggest man with ice blue eyes was tackling Jake from behind, taking him to the ground. Mason moved toward her, pulling her into his arms. The other man called 911, but Taylor shook and cried in Mason’s arms, letting the soothing sound of his voice drown out everything else around her.

“I’m here, now, sweetheart. Shh. You’re safe now.”

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