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“You’ve put me in the position of doing damage control. In the meantime, you’ll stay here. There are guards watching, and trust me, you do not want to try to escape. One phone call, one attempt at making contact with your superiors, one step outside the door, and my men will be on you before you can call for help.”
    She jumped out of the chair. “Wait!”
    He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “I’d advise you to keep quiet, Ms. Bangli. From what I understand, your mother, Mary, has had a hard enough time in life. You do not want to cause more problems for her now that’s she’s on her feet, earning a nice living, and comfortable in the house you two share.”
    She clamped her lips together. Shit. Shit. Shit.
    She slipped past him into the hallway and waited for him to lock his office door. He’d always forbidden her entry, unless he was inside. The rest of the house she knew was bugged with cameras, and his men would be notified immediately if she went outside. She’d tried before, claiming not to have known there were sensors at each door and window. She’d made it to the end of the driveway before two men had returned her to the house.
    Exactly where his men stayed or how they watched her, she never found out.
    In the living room, Darrell paused and faced her. He grabbed her chin and pressed her head back. “So disappointing, but you’ve served your purpose. I do believe my nephew will find you irresistible. I’m sure he won’t let you suffer for long.”
    “Y-your nephew?” she said, fighting the urge to rip away from his touch.
    He laughed. The sound, demonic and controlled, sent chills down her spine. “You don’t think I knew who you were from the beginning? Tsk. Tsk. You for my nephew…It’s a fair trade, I believe.”
    “You want Kage?” she whispered.
    He let go of her and straightened his sleeves as if the act of touching her was distasteful and he wanted to brush her from his skin. “It’s not a question of wanting him. I have him. He’s blood.”
    Her gig was over. She stepped back. “You won’t get away with this.”
    “I believe I already have.” His mouth curved and she saw the enjoyment he got from having power over others.
    “Someone will know I’m missing. My boss will—”
    “Gino?” He smirked, but his eyes were cold and calculating. “Detective Gino Marcelli isn’t the man you think he is. You were a toy in his game. This isn’t the first time Gino has decided to go after his competition. We’ve been at war before. You think I’m scary, my dear?” He shook his head. “Deal with a man who hides behind a badge. With me, you know what you’re up against, and I’m not going to play any games. I’m right here in the open.”
    She gasped, struggling to fill her depleted lungs with air. No. No fricking way. Gino was one of the good guys, a senior detective, and two years from retirement. “What are you saying?”
    “I’m sure you can come up with your own conclusions, Ms. Bangli. A promising detective with your whole career in front of you, you’ll figure out the truth eventually. So, you see, you have nowhere you can run to for help. You’re mine, sweetheart…That’s what Weston called you, isn’t it?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but strode away from her.
    At the other end of the house, she heard a door close. She bent at the waist and braced herself on her knees. Her stomach spasmed. She was going to throw up. Gino, dirty? Frick.

Chapter Five
    T ony pushed through the doors into the agency’s control center at the body shop. He barely glanced at Lance and went directly to the back corner.
    “Yo.” Lance’s feet came off the desk and landed on the floor as he ripped his earbuds out. “What’s up?”
    “Pull up whatever you can find on a woman named Rocki.” He swung around his desk, hitting the power button on his computer, and sat. “Link her to Darrell and the police academy…She’s a shield.”
    “The chick from last night at