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riding him hard as turbulent emotions wove their way through his body.
    What the hell happened to you Libby? Who did you manage to piss off more than me?
    The headlights drifted out over the open road as darkness swallowed the large truck. Jaxon settled in for a long drive. The way he saw it, they’d be hitting Headquarters in about six hours. Hopefully the trip would be quiet and uneventful—the opposite of his night so far.
     
    Libby wasn’t sure how long she’d been out, but judging by the stiffness in her limbs, it had been awhile. Her body screamed for a chance to stretch, but she kept her legs and arms tucked in tight, hiding under the blanket even though the pain was becoming unbearable.
    But then, she was used to living with a whole truckload of hurt. It had been her constant companion for as long as she could remember, and even further back than that. She shifted ever slightly, trying to ease the tightness in her side and give her ribs a bit of a breather. Her left side was throbbing, shooting out sharp spasms of pain that came in waves. She clenched her teeth and fought it.
    The hum of a powerful engine mingled roughly with the sounds of music that filtered through theheavy blanket. The hard pounding rhythm beat in tandem with her heart, and black panic began to curl along the edge of her brain.
    Someone had come for her.
    They had found her.
    Tears threatened as fog washed over. They had found her .
    She couldn’t remember who they were. Not one face, touch, or sound. But the feeling was there, a dark menace and sense of unparalleled power that hung in the air.
    And the smell, there was something incredibly familiar to his smell.
    It definitely was a male driving the vehicle. She knew that with every fiber of her being. Eyes as black as tar flashed through her mind. The memory of the man from the diner had her heart leaping erratically…and his very essence scared the crap out of her.
    He was one of them. He had to be.
    She bit her tongue as a fresh wave of terror spliced through her body, and immediately broke out into a sweat. She needed to get the hell out of the truck.
    She would die before she let them get her. Images from nightmares blinked behind her eyes, and she used every bit of mental strength she possessed to push them away. If she let those pictures and feelings in, she would be done for. She just couldn’t go back there.
    Her survival instinct kicked in and she frantically began to plot.
    When the harsh ring of a cell phone broke through the muffled music, it was everything she could do to be still and silent.
    A deep voice answered the phone, and her hair stood on end as the richness of it washed over her. Whoever he was sounded powerful and pissed off. Not a good combination. She strained her ears, trying to learn what she could.
    “Yeah, Jax here. You better have good news. Is Ana on board?”
    Libby realized that with her captor occupied, she could depress the auto lock on her door and he might not hear it click.
    Slowly, her fingers crept upward and she felt along the top of the armrest until they came across the indent of a button. She held her breath and pressed it softly. Her head lay against the door and she felt a rush of adrenaline pump through her when she heard the click as the door unlocked.
    She paused, hearing bits of his conversation continue, and her heart sped up as she sensed the vehicle slowing down.
    It was now or never, and she bunched her muscles tightly, waiting for the perfect opportunity, willing the truck to slow down even more. At least then, when her battered body hit the ground, it wouldn’t hurt as much.
    “Goddamn it, Declan! I don’t give a shit what Ana feels! This isn’t a request, it’s a fucking order. We will deal with Libby when the time is right, and that’s when I say so, not before.”
    The words exploded from her captor, shooting straight into her, and Libby wasted no more time waiting for the truck to slow down. She needed out, and it had to