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her skin. Long arms reached high to wring out her wet
    hair, water droplets scattered, and a tempting line of the liquid coasted down so beautifully against the
    sweet curve of her shoulder to her breast.
    Heat engulfed every inch of his body. His attention could no longer focus on anything but the woman
    on the other side of the windowpane. How had this one female tilted his entire being on its axis, and now
    he sat here on this balcony staring at her like a lovesick fool? Blac couldn’t be sure if this opportunity
    were a gift or curse.
    Heaven or hell .
    His breath fogged the glass as he leaned closer. A rush of adrenaline filled his blood. Anticipation
    coursed a path through his veins. How could he not look forward to the outcome of this game they played?
    The end neared and expectancy lingered in the air around him. His breath hushed, his heart pounded
    inside his chest, and his palms moistened.
    He had her finally, exactly where he wanted her. And for once, he wouldn’t rush in to claim the
    prize. Instead, he would savor the victory.
    She walked toward the window and dropped the towel she’d been holding. With only the glass
    separating them, Blac traced her figure with a single digit.
    A deep sense of satisfaction welled inside him. He’d won.
    The prize would be one of the greatest he’d ever taken. A prize that was well worth the wait.
    You’re mine . After all these years...heaven would be his in the arms of the Hell’s Angel.
    ~*~
    Angel had never kidnapped a man before. Until tonight.
    Exhilaration flowed through her veins and she couldn’t quite keep the grin from her face. She
    peered around the corner and searched the alley. “All clear,” she mouthed to her men, and one by one,
    they filtered past into the darkness.
    Their plan was to kidnap the commander and trade him for her father. She didn’t know if it would
    work, but it was worth a try. The prostitute had said the commander came every Friday evening to The
    Red Garter to visit Gretchen. And this time, they would be there to greet him.
    The group of them skulked through the shadows until they reached the last window on the building
    to the left. She nodded, and Harry gave a soft birdcall. The window eased open and the brunette slipped
    her head out. “Do I still git me gold?”
    Angel grinned and held up a bag of Spanish doubloons. The coins jingled as she slipped the bag
    back into her pocket.
    The prostitute glanced over her shoulder. “Aye, well, he be snuffed out like a flame. C’mon up.”
    Two of her newest crew members jostled each other. Bruno boxed their ears and the two stood at
    attention. If they didn’t straighten up, they would all be caught and hung at Gallows Point. Harry had the
    grace to blush.
    Angel sighed. She must be mad for attempting a stunt like this.
    Bruno stepped forward under the window and threaded his fingers together for her to slip her foot
    into. Angel paused and held a hand up to his dark cheek. “Bruno, make me a promise, will you?”
    He nodded, the light from an above window reflected off the dark, bald head. His chocolate brown
    eyes narrowed. He shook his head, telling her with his eyes he didn’t want to hear it.
    She frowned. “You have to promise me, whatever happens...” She bit her lip. “Get my father out of
    that English prison. I don’t care about myself. Just keep him safe for me.”
    He shook his head.
    “Do it. It’s an order.” She dropped her hand.
    Bruno frowned and dropped his gaze on a sigh. He nodded and then reformed his fingers so she
    could climb up to the second story window.
    She slipped her foot into his clasped hands and he lifted her. She grasped hold of the window ledge
    and heaved herself up. Swinging one leg up, she pulled her body inside and flopped to the floor. So much
    for grace .
    Darkness encased the room. The only source of light poured from outside. It was too meager to do
    her any good, creating shadows in every corner. Where was the commander? Where was