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Haydrien’s men replied. “Marcone men have white hair and gray eyes. All of these men have dark hair. Marcone is not among them.”
    Haydrien snorted softly. “Then we’ll bring him to us.”
    “And how do you plan to do that?” his man asked.
    “Her.”

Chapter Three
    Haydrien watched the pretty eyes of the woman in front of him widen in surprise. She was stunning with golden-blonde hair and unusual blue-gray eyes. He could get lost in those eyes way too easily.
    She was tall for a woman, probably very close to six feet. She’d pulled her hair back, but the severe style did nothing to detract from her beauty. If anything, it enhanced it, calling to attention her high cheekbones and long, graceful neck.
    “What makes you think he’ll come for me?” she whispered.
    “I would,” Haydrien replied, then smiled. “Oh, I definitely would.”
    She struggled against his hold, and he tightened his fingers around her wrists. She winced, then tried to kick out with her knee. Haydrien moved forward and pinned her hips against the column with his lower body. Stomach to stomach and thigh to thigh, they stared at each other. She had spunk. He liked women with spunk.
    “Get off me,” she snarled.
    “Not yet,” Haydrien murmured.
    Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Agnus try to approach, but one of his men held him back. He certainly acted like a father.
    “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a beautiful submissive,” Haydrien said.
    Her pupils dilated, and Haydrien smiled slightly. Was it possible the old man’s daughter was a submissive at heart? Would claiming her bring this Captain Marcone to his door, where he could finally take his anger out on the man’s hide? That captain had cost him lives, lives that could’ve been saved if they’d had the medicine they’d needed.
    “I’m no man’s submissive,” she growled.
    “No man’s?” he asked with amusement. “A woman’s, then?”
    “Screw you,” she snapped.
    He let go of her wrists and stepped back. “Oh, you will.”
    She dropped her hands and rubbed at her wrists. He had a pang of regret, for he was sure his hold would leave bruises, but she hadn’t given him much choice attacking him with the pipe like she had. She was strong too, and he’d had to hold her much tighter than he’d intended.
    When he’d pinned her against the column with his body, he could feel the firmness in her muscles. He dropped his gaze and admired the way the material of her pants clung to her thighs.
    “I most certainly will not,” she argued, and Haydrien couldn’t help but admire her spirit as well.
    “Really?” He pulled his gun and pointed it at the man who claimed to be her father. “How about now?”
    He clicked the safety off, allowing the gun to power up. Her eyes widened, and she rushed forward, grabbing his arm. “No!”
    “You and your crew are outnumbered, sweetheart, three to one. If I were you, I would think very carefully about my next actions.”
    She looked up at him with moisture-filled eyes. “Please.”
    She was worried about the old man. That much was obvious. “You will go willingly, without a fight?”
    She swallowed, then nodded, albeit reluctantly.
    “Say it.”
    Her eyes narrowed slightly. “I will go willingly, without a fight.”
    “No!” Agnus snapped. “Jacquelyn, no.”
    “I’ll be fine.” She dropped her hands from Haydrien’s arm. “You must allow me to say good-bye.”
    “No.”
    Her jaw went slack, and he turned away from her to address his crew. “Jacquelyn, Lear, and I will take this ship and her supplies back to our planet. The rest of you take the others to the Vorgan station and gather supplies. Take Marcone’s crew with you and drop them off there.”
    “That’s two weeks one way,” one of his men said.
    “Yes, it is. Keep them locked up. I don’t want them to get any opportunity to signal Marcone until you get there. Two weeks in my care should be plenty of time to make Marcone angry enough to