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front of Karen, Rindy, and Janine trying to protect them while she tried to push around Raze.

“Sherry! Are you okay?” Janine’s voice was frantic, and tears streaked her cheeks.

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Sherry could barely breathe from the arm wrapped so tightly around her.

She covered the hard forearm with her hand and was surprised when electricity shot through her fingertips. He tensed behind her, giving away the fact that he’d felt it as well.

“Please. You’re holding me too tight. I can’t breathe,” she gasped. He instantly loosened his hold on her, but not enough to where she thought she could get free. She took a couple steady breaths before answering. “I’m okay, Janine.”

“Please! Please, let my sister go. Take me. Just don’t hurt her.”

“No!” Raze yanked Janine to him as she tried to get around him again.

She fought him like a hellcat, but he subdued her, and she sobbed against his chest.

“What do you want?” Raze glared over her head at the man holding her.

“He wants me.” Anthony said, who was now standing about twenty feet from them with clenched fists. “He accuses me of killing his brother during the encounter with Damon after he came to deal with your desertion from the pack.” He looked at Raze as he spoke.

“You’re Raze, aren’t you?”

Raze nodded at the man who had Sherry in a death grip.

“You are part of the reason my brother is dead. As it must be painfully obvious what I want, and also that I’m not going to get it, at least at this point, I’ll be taking her along with me to make sure I have another chance.”

He started dragging her toward Janine’s Jeep. She kicked and fought, but it was like a fly fighting a giant. Once they got to the Jeep, he opened the driver’s door and pushed her inside. He kept pushing her until she was sitting in the passenger seat, and got in beside her. She tried to jump out, but he grabbed her by the arm, his grip relentless and unbreakable.

She was terrified. Was he a rogue? Was he going to hurt her? He hadn’t hurt her yet, but who was to say what he’d do to her once they were alone?

She began praying that she’d get out of this alive and that she’d see her sister again.

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They watched helplessly as the Jeep pulled away. Janine sobbed uncontrollably against Raze’s chest.

“We have to go after her. He’s going to hurt her,” Janine cried out through ragged breaths.

Her crying tore at his heart. He was going to make the bastard pay for upsetting his woman. “I don’t think he’ll hurt her.”

“How can you say that?” She gripped his shirt hard with both hands.

“I think she’s his mate.”

“Wh-what? No. No, it can’t be.”

“He could have hurt her very easily, but didn’t. Didn’t you see his eyes when she touched him?”

Janine shook her head.

“He looked like I felt when I first met you—a lost man who’d just been saved.” He stroked her back, trying to comfort her. “Trust me in this. I don’t believe he will hurt her.”

“We still have to figure out how to get her back. She’ll be terrified.”

Janine laid her cheek against his chest, and he hugged her tight.

“We’ll get her back, but if I’m right and she’s his mate, he won’t give her up easily.”

* * * *

Fate was a bitch. When he’d gotten close to the deck of that cabin and caught her scent, the impact of her being there nearly dropped him to his knees. How hadn’t he known she was that close? He knew the answer to that. He’d been too focused on revenge—that mixed with her flowery scent had been enough to mask her closeness. Had she not had that damned perfume on, he’d have known of her presence last night. She was in the Jeep—the one he’d just stolen—when it had driven up yesterday. He could smell her scent, her sister’s scent, and Raze’s scent, who was obviously her sister’s mate.

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He felt bad about upsetting her sister. Hell, he felt even worse about scaring Sherry, but he’d had no choice. They would have never let him near her again had he not taken her now.

He glanced at her, and his chest tightened when a tear escaped down her cheek. He gripped the steering wheel so hard it creaked under the pressure.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You kidnapped me, and I’m supposed to believe you aren’t going to hurt me?” She brushed the tears off her cheeks with the back of her hand in a choppy motion as if she was angry that she’d let him see her cry.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t here for you.” Not yet anyway.

“We are almost to the highway. Can’t you let me go and just take the Jeep?” she pleaded with him.

“Sorry.” And he was. Not for taking her, but for scaring her, and for their first meeting taking place as a hostage situation. She deserved better, but it was too late now. He’d find a way to make it all up to her somehow.

A few silent hours later, she’d fallen asleep. Her head rested against the passenger window, and her coppery hair tangled over her face. She was so beautiful. His body was in a state of constant aching for her. He wanted to claim her, love her, show her how much he cherished her, but he knew he had to take it slow with her. She was flighty, and he couldn’t blame her for being wary of him.

He’d have to prove to her that she could trust him, that he’d keep her safe and never hurt her. Throwing her down and jumping her wouldn’t be the way to earn that trust. His cock hardened when she moaned in her sleep.

Since his place was still several hours away, he’d planned to stop at a motel for the

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