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Domenic glanced over his shoulder thinking Vince had come back early. Instead it was Marco who’d stopped where he was, taking in the scene. Domenic got up from the chair and moved it against the wall.
    “I’ll be back, later,” he told Alex. She began shrugging out of his jacket but he put up a hand to stop her. “Keep it for now. I’ll come back for it.” She nodded and watched him as he stepped out of the room. He hated to lock her back in there, but there was no other alternative.
    “Where’s Vince?” Marco demanded as soon as the door was shut. “And what the hell were you doing in there talking to her?”
    “She’s not a fucking animal,” Domenic said contemptuously. “And I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking questions around here!” Marco had a look of pure hatred on his face, and it was reciprocated. “I get here and find Vince fucking around. I was inside without him even noticing me. Where the fuck were you?”
    “I needed a break,” Marco said, glowering at him.
    “Does Carlo know about your ‘breaks’?” Domenic asked, leaning forward.
    “No,” Marco answered defiantly.
    “You’re fucking lucky it was me who came here today and not him.” He let the severity of the situation sink in, and Marco looked away, embarrassed.
    Vince chose this moment to walk back in the room, holding the bucket. “Ah look, it’s Tweedledum,” Domenic sneered at him. “Put it back in there,” he said, gesturing with his head. Vince went into the room and came back out shooting anxious glances at Marco.
    “Are you going to tell Carlo?” Marco asked with an edge to his voice.
    “No. Don’t make me regret that decision,” Domenic said, poking a finger into Marco’s chest. “I have to run an errand, and then I’m coming back. We’ll discuss this later.” With that, he turned and stalked toward the door.
    The two men watched Domenic warily as he exited the room. What the fuck was he supposed to do with these two goons now? They had disobeyed direct orders, but since nothing had happened due to their insubordination, it was difficult to figure out any method of punishment that wasn’t completely overboard. To be honest, this was already a pretty shitty assignment. Domenic knew he wouldn’t want to be stuck here with nothing to do, keeping an eye on a prisoner.
    By the same token, he didn’t want them getting hostile and taking it out on Alex while there was no one around. They would be suicidal for trying, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a possibility. He decided the best course of action was to let them off with a warning right now, but he would definitely be coming by unannounced more often to keep them on their toes.
    Domenic left the two of them to get back to work guarding Alex and exited the warehouse. Once again, he found himself unwilling to leave the girl alone, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He would have to speak to Carlo about this but would need to word it in a way to make moving her to another location his boss’s idea.
    He drove away, his mind churning with possibilities.

    After the man left her alone once more, Alex burrowed into his jacket further, hating herself for luxuriating in its warmth. She should have thrown it on the ground and stomped on it for good measure, but she was just so cold. It had been impossible to give up the temptation.
    Typically, the end of May was warm, but this year it was still on the brisk side. Add to that, Alex had been stuck in a dank, drafty warehouse in a skirt and thin short-sleeved shirt. She felt like she would never be warm again. Of course it didn’t help that whenever she moved, a breeze would float up the gauzy skirt and forcefully remind her that she was nude underneath.
    The smell of the man’s jacket enveloped Alex, and at first this made her very uncomfortable because it reminded her of the feigned attack. She remembered vividly the moment he lay on top of her body as she fought against him, breathing in this same