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savoring his food.
    Ashley had never felt so helpless in her life. She didn’t know what to do, or how to act, and that was driving her insane. When he had walked in her cell again, and smashed her against the wall, she was forced to accept he was telling her the truth, that she would never get out of there alive.
    But, it seemed he didn’t want her dead just yet. She grabbed her cutlery and started eating, slowly. There was no use in suffering more than necessary.
    They ate in silence, each one submerged in their own thoughts. She kept trying to find a way to let her mother know she was alright, but his words kept coming back to her mind. Her chances of escaping were one in a million. If her mother thought she was alive, she would move heaven and earth to find her, what could easily cause her own death. She would live in constant anguish. So maybe he was right, death was closure, at least when there was a body to bury.
    She put down her fork. "How are you going to convince my mother I'm dead?" she asked, in a low tone.
    "That's my problem…"
    "Please… I need to know she will be alright." She begged, her hands clenched in tight fists.
    He watched in silence for a few moments, with scrutinizing eyes. "I can see your mother is very important for you." He said, in a speculative tone.
    She looked at him, fire shining in her eyes. "You are not going to use my mother against me, you bastard. Don’t you have a damn heart inside that chest?" she ranted.
    He let out a dry laugh. "I thought you had that clear by now."
    "Leave my mother alone." She pounded the table, with both hands.
    "Why should I, when I can use her as leverage to handle you, my dear?" he put in words her worst nightmare, something she hadn’t foreseen, when she had asked the question.
    "Damn you, you can't do this." She got up from her chair.
    "Sit down, now." His order was so cold, so imposing, she instinctively sat down again. "I can do whatever I want, whenever I want and the way I want." He stated. "Get used to it and you'll suffer less."
    "You're a cold son of a bitch." She spurted, furious.
    "I can be your worst nightmare, baby."
    "You already are."
    "You have no idea." The darkness in his tone, scared her more than anything.
    She hid her face in her hands, fighting to hold back her tears, determined not to let him see her weakness.
    After a few deep breaths, she finally lowered her hands, but she didn’t eat anything else. She just sat there looking blankly into the sea behind him.
    He finished his meal, as if nothing had happened, and she wished she could conjure lightning to strike him dead right there, in front of her.
    Jordan forced himself to eat the last bite of food, still ignoring her. This woman affected him way too much. He should get rid of her as soon as possible. He could hand her to Wilson, he had shown some interest, but she would be too close to him… or maybe Sergeant Hernandez, he too had looked at her with more interest than the one you gave to a stranger… but that too would still be too close, for him to keep his mental health. Well, he could always sell her to one of those Russian mobsters, in Miami. They were always looking for fresh meat. Yes, that would be the best solution.
    But somehow the idea of her luscious body in another man's hands, made his guts cramp viciously.
    Damn. He needed her with him, more accurately, underneath him, sheathing his cock perfectly, just like she did a few hours ago.
    The memory acted over his body like a jolt of electricity, and his cock rose to his full glory.
    He dragged his chair back, startling her, taking her out of her reverie.
    He got up and pushed her up, grabbing her by her arm. "Come." He dragged her behind him, running and stumbling to keep up with his pace.
    "Hey, slow down…" she protested, after stumbling for the second time.
    In the living room, he stopped behind the couch, and pushed her forward, over the back of it, making her body fall towards the seat, forcing her to catch