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out the toy. “I just want her ass first. Why don’t you start warming up her pussy?”
    Gavin didn’t take the dildo, but that didn’t make me think any better of him. After all, he was bigger than that particular toy. Maybe he wanted to do it himself. I glared at him, but he wouldn’t look at my face. In fact, he was staring at a spot to one side of my head, his expression blank.
    “What’d she do?”
    That was what he had to say? Anger boiled up inside me, proving that it hadn’t disappeared, only slept. “You fucking asshole!” My voice was rough.
    “I told you not to bother screaming.” Howard sounded vaguely chiding, as if I truly was a misbehaving child. He turned towards Gavin. “She’s been playing detective. Snooping around my business... our business.”
    “I see. And this is what? You getting in some fun before you kill her?”
    I wanted to keep yelling obscenities and insults at him, but the nonchalant way he was talking was making it hard for me to breathe. I’d known about his betrayal, but to see it in his face like this was so much worse.
    “I promised that if she was good, I wouldn’t kill her,” Howard said. He gave Gavin a sideways glance, as if measuring him for something. “I, or I should say, we have a client who could make good use of a naughty girl. He knows a thing or two about taming disobedient women.”
    “A client? Are we talking about ‘The Caretaker’?”
    Howard looked surprised. “You know about him?”
    What were they talking about?
    Gavin answered Howard’s question without looking at either of us. “I saw him mentioned in some papers a few weeks back and figured it must be the handle for your top client. I never found his real name though, or where he’s located.” Now he looked up at Howard. “If I’m sticking my neck out to help you here, don’t you think it’s fair you let me in on who he is and where you’re sending her? I don’t want to risk her coming back one day.”
    I felt sick. My body slumped down on the bed. He hadn’t just been playing me. He was willing to let Howard sell me. Gavin really hadn’t felt anything for me. Tears burned against my eyelids.
    Howard furrowed his brow, but nodded. “Fair enough. His name is Abdulla Mahaj, one of the richest people in Saudi Arabia. He’s more like a partner than a client, but you’ll learn more about that as you take on more responsibilities.” Howard glanced at me. “Shall we get started?”
    Gavin didn’t move or speak. I saw some emotion playing through his eyes, but couldn’t identify what it was.
    “Fine. I’ll do it.” Howard started to turn towards me, the flesh-colored toy in his hand.
    Gavin moved then, faster than I’d seen him move before. His hand went around Howard’s throat and he threw the smaller man across the room. I stared, open-mouthed, as Gavin crossed to Howard in just a few long strides and put his hand on Howard’s neck again. He picked Howard up and shoved him back against the wall, raising him high enough that Howard was on his toes.
    What the hell was happening?
    “Finally!” Gavin’s face was inches from Howard’s and he was practically spitting the words into the other man’s face. “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to get that name, your precious Saudi connection, and I think you know why.”
    The pieces fell together in my shocked brain even as Gavin confirmed them.
    “He was the driver who killed my fiancée, and he was driving your Bentley.”
    Howard’s eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but Gavin wasn’t letting him.
    “For years I’d been looking for the car that killed her, but found nothing. I already knew it couldn’t have been you since you had a rock-solid alibi at the time of the ‘accident’. You were giving a business presentation in Manhattan that day and at least a hundred people saw you. It wasn’t until you approached me about opening the club together that I stumbled