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say. “What
would you have done?”
    Dante’s lips firmed and
turned down in a frown. “Me? I would have shot the bastard.”
    She almost smiled at his
vehemence. “So what can I do now?”
    Trax stood and held out his
hand. “You need to come with us. It’s not safe here.”
    She nodded to Trax’s holster.
“Does your gun have the right bullets?”
    He placed a hand on his
weapon. “Yes, but—”
    “No buts. I want some. The
next time I won’t try to poison him first.”
    “Babe, that just ain’t going
to happen. You want to pack a bag, or do I have to carry you out of here?”
    She didn’t like him taking
away her choices. She would stay. Now more than ever, she’d have to be more
careful. “I’m not going anywhere with you two. For all I know, you’ll lock me
in your house and call the authorities.”
    “We are the authorities.”
    Her stomach tumbled. “You
told me you weren’t.” They lied?
    “We’re not with any
organization you know. We kind of take the law into our own hands.”
    “So, are you vigilantes?” In
a way, she liked that idea, but if they went off half-cocked, no telling what
they might do. No. She was safer here. If she thought someone was following
her, she could stay with Chelsea. Crap .
What would that accomplish? They’d just kill her, too.
    “I guess you could call us
that.”
    “I’m still staying.” Or was
she being too stubborn for her own good?
    Trax shook his head. “I’m
sorry you feel that way.”
    In one second, he pulled her
to a stand and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. He clasped the
back of her legs and walked to the door, acting as if she weighed no more than
a sack of potatoes.
    She pounded on his back with
her good hand. “Put me down, you brute.” This wasn’t happening.
    “Dante, grab her purse and
some toiletries, and I guess some undies. No telling how long she’ll be with
us. We sure as hell don’t need her walking around naked.”
    Like she ever would. Surely
he was kidding. He exited the door, walked down the porch steps, and deposited
her in the backseat of his black SUV. She fumed. This was the last straw to a
totally shitty day.
    As soon as he walked over to
the driver’s side, she unlocked the door and raced out.
    He was by her side in a
flash. “I wish you hadn’t done that.”
    “Oh, yeah. Well, I don’t like
being kidnapped.”
    “I asked you nicely, ma’am.”
    He picked her up around the
waist with one arm and placed her on the backseat again. She was about to climb
out again when he slapped a set of handcuffs on her wrists and attached the
other half to the overhead handle.
    Oh,
shit.

 
    Chapter Four
    Dante tossed her suitcase and
purse in the back of the SUV and climbed in next to her.
    “Hey, sugar. Don’t worry.
This is for the best.”
    Even though Dante seemed to
be the more reasonable one of the two, she wasn’t happy in the least. “Aren’t
you worried I’ll turn you in to the authorities for kidnapping?”
    He reached toward her face
and she moved closer to the door. “Sugar, don’t be like that. We are the good
guys.”
    “Good guys don’t kidnap
innocent women.”
    He chuckled. “You are not
innocent, sugar. You just tried to murder someone. Besides, I was lucky to find
that peashooter of yours in your robe pocket. Now that it’s safe and sound in
your top drawer, I can breathe a sigh of relief.”
    Dante was being overly
dramatic.
    “I wouldn’t have shot you.”
She was only pissed at Harvey Couch for ruining her life.
    “In our line of business, we
have to suspect everyone.”
    That was probably true. She
jiggled her wrist. Her hand tingled. Jerk had cuffed her right hand, the one
with the cut. “Can you undo me now? My hand is throbbing.”
    Dante reached across the
front seat and held out his palm for the key. Trax slowed the car as he
extracted the key from his hip pocket and handed it to his brother. As Dante
leaned over her, she inhaled his spicy scent. Maybe it was