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innocence that affected not only him, but everyone she came into contact with. His men had been as desperate to find her as he’d been, and now that he had his miracle in his arms, he’d do exactly as he and his men had discussed.
    No longer would he attempt to keep her a secret, afraid that she would be used—hurt—to cripple him and his empire. He was going to make her his fucking queen, and word would go out far and wide that she was
not
to be fucked with, or those who did so would face the wrath of Drake Donovan and his entire army of loyal brothers.
    Drake’s name was spoken of only in hushed, respectful and fearful tones. If so much as a hair on Evangeline’s head was hurt, Drake’s furywould know no bounds. He’d lay to waste anyone who dared touch her. Personally.
    Evangeline stirred in his arms and immediately tried to push away from him, her tear-filled eyes fearful and anxious.
    “Where are you taking me?” she asked dully. “Was my prior humiliation not enough? Do you want the entire world to see you wash your hands of me?”
    Maddox, having overheard the resignation and devastation in Evangeline’s voice, swore long and viciously, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he took a turn more quickly than he should have, jostling Evangeline back up against Drake’s chest, where he wrapped his arms around her to secure her against him. Silas’s big body tensed, fury emanating from him in waves. He turned to look at Evangeline over his shoulder, his eyes oddly tender.
    “I would never allow that, Evangeline.”
    Silas’s quiet vow made her go utterly still and she stared frozen at Silas and then looked back at Drake, confusion in her eyes. Drake groaned and pulled her closer into his arms.
    He stroked her bedraggled hair, inhaling the sweetness of her scent, a smell he went to bed every night savoring and holding close, cursing when he left their bed the next morning.
    “There is a lot I must explain, Angel,” he said in a tormented voice. “Much I must make you understand and pray your generous heart can forgive me for. But never will I let you go again. I will never wash my hands of you. You’re entrenched into my heart and soul, and losing you cut them both right out of my body and only now have they been returned to me.”
    “Bitch . . . whore . . . worthless,” she whispered as a fresh torrent of tears slid down his neck.
    “No!” Drake growled. “Baby, no! Never. My God.”
    Silas was staring at him in shock, and oddly, pain registered in his gaze. Then his expression became murderous. It took Drake a momentto realize Maddox had stopped the car and both men were staring him down, rage emanating from them both.
    “Tell me you didn’t say those things to her,” Silas said in a low voice.
    “Goddamn it,” Maddox swore. “Goddamn it, Drake! She believed you! She
still
believes you.”
    “How could you?” Silas asked accusingly. “I knew it was bad. I knew what you had to do, but Jesus, Drake. You went too goddamn far!”
    Drake closed his eyes, holding Evangeline closer as she wept.
    “Just drive,” Drake said hoarsely. “God, get us to the hotel so I can explain.”
    Silas shook his head, sorrow creeping into his gaze. “Some wrongs can never be righted. Some words can never be taken back. Especially when they’ve taken root.”
    “No!” Drake denied. “I’ll make her believe me. If it’s the last thing I ever do, I’ll make her believe in me again.”
    Worried looks passed between Silas and Maddox. Doubt. Drake felt some of his euphoria over finding Evangeline slip away only to be replaced by dread. Because having her back was only half the battle. Now he had to convince her to
stay
.

4
    Evangeline resigned herself to the fact that she had no choice but to face Drake. He wasn’t giving her any alternative. And it pissed her off that she was being a weak crybaby and not someone stronger—a woman who would spit in his face, ram her knee in his balls and then tell