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as odd. Men don’t do that shit unless we have a huge plate of Buffalo wings in front of us. He’s acting as if he’s a predatory animal. When he turns his head back to me, he winks and slips me a sly grin.  
    “She’s gonna be mine, Travis, all mine. I’ve waited a long, damn time for this one, but I can wait. I’ve waited this long; I can hold out just a little bit longer for you to do your magic and make her perfect…perfect for me, since you know what I like. Well…you know what to do.”
    I nod my head in acknowledgment, too stunned to say anything more. Nick is choosing to tell me jack shit on this. I’ve known him for a couple years now, and once I’d earned his trust, everything about him and this business became an open book.  
      Nick is a player, and as long as I’ve known him, he’s never acted this way over a female before. I’m concerned his sudden fixation has him thinking unclearly. My expression never waivers, but I’m confused; Nick isn’t a one-woman man. He owns the perfect playground here. He’s never wanted to be bothered with having a submissive of his own before. He’s always told me he’s living out every man’s fantasy by owning the most-expensive sex resort in paradise, and takes advantage of all its amenities.
    “I’ve got a lengthy board meeting upstairs in ten minutes. I’ll be back after five o’clock, and then we can go properly introduce ourselves to our sleeping beauty, sound good?”
    “Sounds good, Nick. I need to talk with Jared anyway to see about getting her meds adjusted.”
    Nick turns around and walks out the laboratory door, leaving Jared and me alone to discuss increasing the girl’s dose of experimental drugs.
    If Lance Oakley, Julianna’s father, were to find out, he would blow this place sky-fucking-high. My hackles are up, and I don’t care for the nebulous manner in which Nick is handling this situation. I suddenly feel as if I’m holding a time bomb, and something’s going to blow sooner or later. There’s a big red flag waving its warning signal for me to prepare for fight-or-flight. Even though there is no way possible for him to be able to break through this fortress, I wouldn’t put it past Oakley to come knocking on our front door. I shake my head at the thought. No, he’s more like me; he’s stealth and he’d calculate when, where, and how to strike. I hope Nick knows what the hell he’s doing. If he doesn’t, all Hell will rain down on us in a shit-storm of fury. Those men don’t come out to play; they come out to kill.

CHAPTER FIVE

    ~Jules~

    Thank God, when my consciousness begins to stir, my head isn’t pounding anymore, and even though my throat is bruised and tender, I no longer have to breathe shallow breaths. I must have enough painkillers flowing through my system by now, breaking the cycle of pain. I don’t ever want to feel that level of agony again. I feel like I’m in a cyclone going in reverse, and now I’m sorting through the destructive aftermath it left in its wake, making my way back to the present. Slowly, I open my eyes to rediscover I’m not at home in my bedroom. Memories of the past twenty-four hours come flooding back to the forefront of my mind, drowning me in a tide of storm surges.  
    It’s quiet in the room, and as I strain my ears listening for sounds, I hear nothing. I don’t know what to think of my situation. Was this a hostage situation, and they want a ransom? Or was I truly abducted, never to taste the freedoms that are now out of my reach? What in the hell do these men want with me, anyway? I don’t think they want to hurt me, even though I was brutally strangled during my capture. The two men I woke up to before were savagely pissed when they found out how vicious my kidnappers were. If they did want to abuse me, why would they have given me a nice bed, pain medicine, or spend the night in my room out of concern for my wellbeing?  
    I’m confused about what to think of Green Eyes,