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    Defeated, Violet began making her way back toward the helicopter, arms still raised.  Her skirt was sitting at insane angles on her body, and both arms of her blazer had fallen off her shoulders.  Her hair was caked with dirt and sweat, and was beginning to take on its natural curl from all the abuse she'd put it through.  For that alone, she could have killed this man.
    Once she was within reaching distance, Remy grabbed for her with that long, long arm, tugging her back to him.  He took the back of her neck and led her toward the plane with the gun at her back.
    “Ouch.” Violet cringed. She attempted to look back at him, but the gun pressed against her spine, and the shot he’d just fired, made her afraid to make any more sudden movements.  “You’re hurting me.”
    “Do you have a death wish?” he growled, reaching past her. "I'm going to open the door.  If you try to run I will shoot you. Don’t make me hurt you." He threw open the chopper door. “Get in.  Now.” He couldn’t believe it when she hesitated.  He wasn’t sure which of them was more insane.  Him, the gun-toting maniac who’d just been convicted of first degree murder, or her, the bold and brazen hostage who had bigger balls than any man he knew.
    Violet stumbled into the chopper, struggling to pull down her short skirt as she did.
    But not fast enough for Remy to miss a flash of her hot pink thong.  He, once again, had to remind himself of the situation at hand.
    As he climbed in behind her, another shot rang out, and Violet screamed, sure that Remy had decided to kill her right there in that helicopter, sure that he'd shot her.  Remington Archibald had just shot her, and she was dead.
    When the pain never came, and she realized she was still breathing, Violet's eyes fluttered open to find Remy's teeth clenched tight, eyes watering, clutching his leg.  Outside the chopper window, dozens of cops who’d been forced to stand down in the courtroom were now closing in on them swiftly.
    He'd been shot!  The orange prison uniform he wore was quickly staining with blood at his thigh, but he managed to drag his leg into the chopper, and out of the line of fire.  He screamed the whole way, slamming the door shut.
    She was about to run.  She almost did, but the moment she made the move for the handle of her door, Remy managed to fight past the pain and raise the gun.
    "Don't!" he wailed through clenched teeth before triggering the locks.
    No one could get in now.  It was a police helicopter so surely it was bulletproof.  Even if the cops outside had a clear shot at Remy, they would never penetrate the glass.
    It was official, wherever it was Remington Archibald planned on going, he was taking her there with him.  With one hand, he pulled open the dashboard of the aircraft, exposing a plethora of colorful wires.
    He fiddled with those wires for what seemed to be mere seconds, faster than she could manage to think a single thought, and before she knew it the plane was roaring to life.
    Remy took the reins with ease, and as the legs of the helicopter left the ground, and they began to steadily ascend into the afternoon air, he reached over and tugged her arm. “Get in the back.”
    But the force of his pull was too strong, and she tumbled across his lap.  With effort, Violet lifted her head from where it was smashed into his crotch, and looked up to him, legs bent, ass in the air. Their eyes met, and she saw something.  A look.  A look she'd become very familiar with in the few years since she'd blossomed into an acceptable woman.  Desire.  It wasn't until she saw that desire in his eyes that she realized she’d fallen face first into his lap.  Her mouth was pressing against him.  For a fraction of a second, he appeared to be in a different place entirely.
    Remy lost all sense of reality.  God, it had been so long, and she was nothing short of amazing, feisty as hell, chest heaving, tiny sweat droplets hanging onto the tip of