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a limo or on a tour bus?”
    Flame laughed cynically but didn’t look up. “Never know where we will show up.”
    Von looked her over. “You’re even more beautiful than the first time we met. Our encounter was much too brief.” Then he turned his stare on Hatch. “What’s wrong, Hatch? Not so brave without your mates?” Von taunted. “I bet I could take this hot little vamp right out from under you.”
    Her head jerked up. Flame stared in open shock. “You are one cocky bastard.”
    Hatch stood up. “Go ahead and try.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Flame slowly reach to her thighs and release the snaps that secured her blades. The light caught the metal, drawing Von’s eyes to the long steel daggers.
    “I’ve never had to force myself on a woman. I’ll let Flame decide who the better man is.”
    She didn’t say anything, which puzzled Hatch.
    Flame kept her hands on the blades while standing beside Hatch. Von appeared momentarily awestruck. She brazenly stared back at him, in what felt to Hatch like an unspoken challenge. He looked at the two oddly. A strange connection between his woman and her previous captor revealed itself. Jealousy began to rise inside like molten lava, his muscles tensed.
    “Another day,” Von smirked and swung away.
    “That was really weird.” Flame slowly slid back into the booth.
    “Very.” Hatch agreed. “What happened between the two of you?”
    “Nothing. He was just nice to me and offered comfort after they beat me. I don’t know what his agenda was, but he did get me away from them.”
    “I don’t like this. He’s trailing you.” Hatch raised suspicious brows, but she merely shrugged while staring at the man as he walked away. “This will be our last stop before we reach LA.”
    He didn’t want to take any chances of another encounter with Von’s gang. Even with her superior fighting skills, Flame would be no match for an entire pack of lusty men, and Hatch was not anything close to a warrior. If not for Ian and his biker friends, Flame’s rescue might still be under way—not a fact he was proud of, but living life in the fast lane of fortune and fame didn’t require combat skills. His new woman brought many challenges to his life.
    Even so, he’d never let her go. She belonged to him and made each day an adventure. Making love to her was like getting down with fire. He’d never experienced anything like it and wasn’t about to let anyone take her away.
     
    * * * *
     
    Flame watched Von flirt with the cashier before taking his to-go order and sauntering out the door. Long ebony waves trailed loosely down the back of his black leather trench coat, giving him an imposing rebel appearance. His pack members followed him. She fully understood why Hatch wanted to make haste and avoid another confrontation. Von Calder and his crew carried a menacing air.
    Still, his confidence was appealing. The way he stared into her, the commanding sensuality in his voice, his raw edge—he definitely gave off a powerful aura. His comments tumbled in her mind. She couldn’t believe he’d come straight out and said those things in front of Hatch. The man clearly did not fear anyone. His open desire for her felt alarming.
    “You didn’t respond to his better man comment,” Hatch noted as they prepared to leave.
    “Did I need to?”
    “Am I ever going to know everything about you?”
    “What fun would that be?” She smiled.
    They walked to their parked bikes. Von and his pack were loitering at the far side of the lot—watching.
    The small gathering of men had nearly doubled in size. Flame noticed odd behavior beginning to spread throughout the unit. Everyone except their leader bore snake insignias on their biker jackets. Searching her thoughts, she didn’t recall ever seeing Von with any type of brand indicating his loyalty. Who is he really loyal to?
    Hatch followed her line of vision and sighed. “Why are they still here?”
    “We should ride,” she