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Chapter 12 One Life or One DeathWithout taking even a moment to do anything sensible, like peek out the window to see who was there, or glance in a mirror to make sure my hair looked okay, I leapt up and went to the door, flinging it open without hesitation.And as I’d hoped, Jack stood there, hands in his pockets, shoulders held tensely under his leather jacket.This time the jacket made me smile.He made me smile, helplessly, from his short black hair to those icy blue eyes—not so icy right now, since they shone with hope and something that could have been longing—to his well-shaped lips, and then down, all of the strength and solidity and wonderfulness that was Jack.We stared at each other for an endless, breathless moment.“Hi,” I managed, and then swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat.“Hi,” Jack said. And in his low voice, that one syllable sounded a lot like Please kiss me, Angelo, I’ve missed you so much.Of course, that could’ve been my imagination.“

Chapter 2A Moral DebtMacKenna had said he owned the casino, so I was a little surprised when the two security goons escorted me not to the very top penthouse of the place, but to a—still very expensive, of course—suite a couple of floors below that. The room I’d been given twenty-four hours ago, before they figured out what had happened to my finances, was a floor above this one, in fact.Apparently MacKenna wasn’t one for taking the maximum perks he could. I would have. False humility on his part? Or maybe he’d overextended himself financially and needed the income from the penthouse? Well, not like I could throw stones in that direction.One of the goons opened the door, they all but shoved me inside, and the door shut behind me, leaving me alone in a spotless foyer with a huge, gilt-framed mirror hanging over an end table. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help glancing to the side.No, being manhandled off the casino floor, left to stew for hours, and being interrogated and h

Chapter 4So Sue MeWaiting for the other shoe to drop was fucking torture. I took a long, boiling-hot shower, shuddering as I scrubbed the dried come off of my groin and shuddering again as the vigorous rubbing started to get me hard again.I gathered my suitcases from the hallway where they’d been left while I showered, and I got a pair of clean underwear, thank all the gods above and below. I didn’t unpack any more than that. My stuff had an odd scent to it, as if whoever had packed it for me had been wearing an unusually offensive cologne. It made my nose tingle, and I shoved the bags into the closet and shut the door, hoping the smell would dissipate overnight.And then I slept, for some definition of sleep, tossing and turning and waking up twisted into a pretzel.When I dared to poke my nose out of my room halfway through the next morning, hunger finally winning over wanting to pull the blankets over my head and stay there forever, the suite was silent. The kitchenette yielded

Chapter 6You Can Tell Me How It FeelsMacKenna didn’t bother telling me what to do next. Maybe he realized I had all the coordination and motivation of a wet noodle.I didn’t resist as he put his big hands on my inner thighs and shoved my legs up and apart, splaying me open with my upper body and my face still mashed into the now-ruined duvet and my ass in the air.When he touched my ass, I flinched involuntarily—expecting another hit, no matter what he’d said about counting to eight.“Fair’s fair,” he said, reading my fucking mind again, the bastard. Was I that transparent? Not that I’d ever put much effort into hiding how I felt. I just carefully felt only things I could show. Those weren’t exactly the same thing. And MacKenna had me so off-balance that I couldn’t curate my emotions anymore. They were coming faster than I could handle, and not controlled at all. “No more spanking. Unless you ask me nicely.”I bit my lip and kept any words that wanted to escape safely inside. I mig

Chapter 8There Was a Gross ThoughtWaking up sucked. Werewolves didn’t usually get headaches unless we’d been hit with a sledgehammer or something, but the stabbing pain in my temples struck like a bolt of lightning the second consciousness returned. The newness of the sensation made it even worse, and I groaned, rolled to the side, and panted through a wave of nausea, head hanging over the side of the…bed.Yep, in a bed. “My” bed, in fact, in MacKenna’s suite.I flopped back onto the pillows and nearly levitated right back up again at the sight of MacKenna leaning against the wall by the door, arms crossed over his chest and with a ferocious scowl aimed right at me.“Fucking gods,” I gasped. “The fuck, MacKenna. Give a guy some warning.” He opened his mouth, but I drew another deep breath and continued with, “And maybe give a guy some warning his warlock’s a fucking psychopath! What the hell did he do to me? Please tell me he’s in custody right now.”The scowl went nuclear. “He sai