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took a deep breath, shook his head as if to get himself under control, then directed his words to an officer. “Your men have no discipline, amigo. How do think you’re going to win your war if you can’t control your men?” He released the man with a shove. “You hurt the pretty doctor and her friends, do you think any of them will help you when you need it? Will she do a good job treating your wounds? Or will she make sure you suffer? Or maybe she lets you die, eh? Maybe I should save her the trouble.” Then, to everyone’s shock, he whipped out a nine-millimeter pistol and shot the man between the eyes.
    ”Christ!” Angelique cried, trembling in horror.
    Mitch fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back. “Can’t say I blame him. You are one fine piece of ass.” Then he leaned down and kissed her. Hard. No sweet kiss, this. Not even a kiss of passion. No, it was a kiss of ownership. He was staking a claim. He lifted his head and looked around at each man, grinning. “This one.” He jerked his head in Carla’s direction. “And that one belong to me and my friend. Any man who forgets will wind up like Hector there. Now, someone clean up that mess.” With those words, he tightened his grip on Angelique’s hair and propelled her back into her quarters.
    He let go of her the minute he had her inside with the door shut. “What the fuck are you doing here, Doc? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” he all but growled. “Keep in mind I’m not fluent in idiot, so you’re going to have to speak slowly and clearly.”
    She couldn’t help herself; she hauled off and slapped him. “Fuck you, asshole. I’m doing my goddamn job. Jesus, Acosta, what the fuck are you doing?”
    “Tsk-tsk, Angel. Don’t judge. I just saved your delectable ass from a very unpleasant experience.”
    Angelique gritted her teeth. “Right, my hero. You rode up on your stupid white horse and saved me from myself.”
    With each step he took toward her, she took a step back. “You bet I did. I just killed a man to make sure you’re safe and made sure every man out there knows who you and your little friend belong to.”
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “I do not belong to you.”
    He grinned, white teeth flashing in his tanned face. “Oh, you most certainly do, Angel, and people will expect me to take full advantage of that fact. Which I’ll be doing as frequently as I can.”
    She curled her lip in disgust. “Then you’ll have to take it, because I won’t freely give it to you.” Who was this man? He wasn’t the man she knew. The man she’d been so close to falling in love with.
    He shrugged. “I have no problem taking what I want, Angel. If you’re as smart as I think you are, you’ll recognize that. Actually, it’ll be a nice change from playing your silly games.”
    “My… Is this really who you are? Was I so stupid I couldn’t see I was falling for a thug?”
    “Falling for me? Spare me the dramatics, Angel, because we both know you don’t have the capacity to love me or any other man. You’re the coldest bitch I’ve ever met, but that’s okay because I’m probably the coldest son of a bitch you’ve ever met. ”His face was completely expressionless. “You once told me you had a thing for bad boys. Well, now you’ve got one.” He backed her right up to the bed and gave her a shove.
    She fell back and bounced up. “You are so not going to touch me.”
    He laughed softly. “Of course I am. Not right now. You need some time to…what is it you do-gooder types call it…to process. In the meantime, I’ve hiked into this shithole from Colombia, I’m tired, and I need a nap. So you’re going to get out of those torn scrubs and lay down with me in case one of those ELN assholes comes in to see what we’re doing. Now, let’s get naked, sweetheart.”

Chapter Four
    With a tense truce established between the guerrillas and the Helping Hands staff, a sense of normality returned to the camp. A