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Morgan smelled different. His arms felt different. The body against hers felt different and she knew instantly it wasn’t Morgan.
    Panic flared and she struggled, her arms flailing and her feet kicking backward. She got loose and spun around just in time to see a gun pointing at her.
    Her gaze flicked from the gun to the stranger’s face. “Craig?”
    “I want to do this as easily as possible,” he said, his tone low and firm, “but if I have to kill you, I will.”
    Her heart dropped to her stomach. Sickness floated up from her belly and lodged in her throat. “What do you want?” she choked out.
    “Revenge, of course.”
    “Morgan’s not here.”
    He scoffed at her lame response.
    She shot a wild look around her, hoping to find something to use as a weapon but, when she moved, even slightly, Craig clicked the safety off and cocked the gun, freezing her in place.
    She said, breathlessly, “Morgan’s going to back any moment.”
    “No, he won’t.” The knowing look in his eyes terrified her.
    His words and expression had more of a crippling effect than the gun pointed at her chest. What had he done to Morgan? Had he ambushed him? Killed him? Her tongue came out and wet her dry lips. “Wh-What d-do you m-mean?”
    “He’s tied up.” He burst out laughing. “Not by me, bitch! He’s busy with shit from the club. He’s not coming back here anytime soon.”
    Relief made her legs weak as water, but she didn’t put too much stock into his words. Craig might have killed Morgan just for spite. He also might not tell her the truth just so he could keep whatever leverage the gun didn’t buy him.
    “I don’t know that.”
    Craig’s thin lips lifted away from his teeth. He growled as he raised the gun. “I should just go ahead and kill you.” He smirked suddenly. “But I’ll wait. I have something better in mind.”
    Her stomach sank even further. “Wh-What do you mean?” Damn! Did she have to keep stuttering? She’d kill him before she let him touch her.
    “I mean the only things Morgan really cares about are the Orphans…and you. I think I’ll take both.”
    She stared at him, not sure how to respond.
    Craig was an attractive man, not as handsome as Morgan, but still good-looking. His dirty-blond hair, cut short, and the pointed angle of his chin and his dark brown eyes were all intriguing, but his nasty attitude stripped away any charm he might have had.
    She needed to use it against him, to play his strength against him and turn it into a weakness. Maybe if she flirted with him… Stupid idea! It won’t work! “Morgan’s not going to care a smidge about me.” As she spoke, she discreetly pressed the record button on her phone still in her hand, hoping desperately to leave behind a clue in case Craig did shoot her. “I’m just a piece of ass. Nothing more.”
    “Just a piece of ass?” He barked out a laugh. “The hell you are! And I’ll be the judge of that! You’re coming with me, or I’ll kill you right here in Morgan’s fucking kitchen! Let him clean your brain splatter off the walls! I don’t give a shit.” He glared at her and raised the gun.
    “You won’t shoot me! There’s no leverage with a dead body.” She heard the desperation in her own voice. She looked around again, hoping for a weapon. “You’ll have to drag me out of here, kicking and screaming.”
    He chortled. “Not if you’re knocked out.”
    “Knock me out? I’ll be useless on the back of your damn bike.” She was arguing with the mad man?
    “What the fuck? You think I’m an idiot?” He reached for her, and she jumped behind the chair. “I drove a damn car, bitch!” He raised the gun again, this time aiming at her leg. “I can shoot you and not kill you.”
    She froze, knowing he would do it and not bat an eye.
    Craig reached out and gripped her neck tightly.
    “Morgan’s going to kill you for this.” She fought against him, the terror that he might strangle her becoming too real as her windpipe