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the smell of fresh
rain, but he did something to her insides. He uncuffed her, and the moment she
lowered her arm, pinpricks shot up her arms.
    He grinned and sat back on
his side of the seat. “So tell us about yourself.”
    Her mouth dropped. “This
isn’t a date. I’m being held hostage. Maybe I should know who the hell you
are.”
    He laughed. “Bro, we are
going to have so much fun training her.”
    “Training me to do what? Don’t
even think about making me in to some vigilante.”
    That got a chuckle out of
him. “I wasn’t talking about you joining forces, but if—”
    Trax lifted a hand. “Just
shut the fuck up, okay. I need to think.”
    When Dante mouthed I need to think and scrunched up his
lips, she almost laughed. Bad men didn’t have this sense of humor. Dante, she
trusted. It was Trax who gave her pause.
    Nothing she could do now, so
she settled back against the seat. She couldn’t even decide whether they were
rich or poor, but the car, the clothes, and the fact they owned a business
implied they weren’t some dirt bags living hand to mouth. Because Dante was
rather quick to retrieve her purse, she figured he didn’t live too far from
town.
    She looked out the window,
needing to remember where they took her. Once they passed through downtown,
Trax continued toward the commercial district. The area was mostly rundown, but
it was dotted with a few nice places.
    It wasn’t until he turned
down a back alley that her nerves shot to high alert. “Where are we? What’s
going on?” She scooted to the far end of the seat. If she thought she could
actually get away, she might have tried to run.
    “We live here.”
    “Here?” It was a bunch of old
three story brick buildings. There wasn’t a residence in sight.
    Trax parked. Dante pushed open his door and
rushed to her side. Was he being a gentleman or did he think she’d run?
Regardless, she appreciated the help because the minute she put weight on her
knee it buckled, but she recovered quickly and held out her wrists.
    The interior light
illuminated Dante’s face enough to see him quirk a brow. “Sugar, we’re not
going to cuff you. You couldn’t get away if you tried.”
    The challenge pumped up her
adrenaline. “Maybe while you’re getting my stuff out of the back, I’ll take
off.” That was assuming her legs would hold up.
    “I’d like to see you try.
Trax would catch you in five seconds.”
    That was probably true. “He
some kind of runner?” Stupid comment but her brain wasn’t working.
    Dante leaned close and
winked. “He’s faster than a werewolf in heat.”
    She swore Trax growled a
response. “Let’s get the lady inside in case we have any prowlers.”
    Their conversation creeped
her out, but in truth, her life was in danger. Dante grabbed her gear and
motioned for her to follow Trax. At least the rain had stopped, but the sky remained
overcast.
    Trax stepped up to a metal
door and leaned forward. A green light glowed, and a whirring sound emitted for
two seconds before the door clicked. Okay, that was cool. Maybe they did own a
monitoring company.
    Trax pulled it open. “Ma’am.”
    Apparently, she wasn’t getting
out of staying with them, though at the moment, she might have more peace of
mind being here. Her biggest concern was keeping her thoughts off these two
amazingly hot men and her unexplained attraction.
    She stepped into a dark alcove. A second later,
light flooded the hallway. A handrail traveled up twenty steps and led up to
another door. Liz placed her right foot on the step. When she pushed up, her
knee ached. She had to balance on the wooden handrail but couldn’t grasp it.
    “Aw fuck.” Trax swooped her up in his arms and
jogged up the stairs.
    Her pulse shot skyward. Given the steep angle,
her head rested against his rock solid chest. As amazing as it was to be in his
strong, virile arms, his irritation pissed her off. “I can walk.”
    He finally made eye contact, and she swore his
lips turned