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being savior to killer took my breath and was more than a little shock to my system.
    “Carrie?” Vincent said my name, his tone cautious.
    I turned toward him and he took a step back, his eyes flicking down. I followed his gaze and saw him staring at the statue still clutched in my hand. One side of it was smeared with blood.
    “Fuck!” I dropped the statue. I looked at Vincent and I could feel the horror on my face.
    “Gavin told you I am on your side?” Vincent's voice was cautious.
    I nodded. “I'm sorry about your daughter,” I said automatically.
    “Thank you,” Vincent said hurriedly. He glanced behind him into the hallway and then down at the two men on the floor. He frowned. “I don't understand. Why would the man Alizee sent to kill you also kill her security guards?”
    “He didn't work for Alizee,” I said. “He said he was from a rival family in Corsica.”
    Vincent's eyebrows shot up and he came closer, this time looking at Pierre rather than me. “He said that?”
    “He was supposed to discredit Alizee or something...” My short-circuiting brain finally remembered how to work enough to communicate what I should've been doing instead of standing here talking to Vincent. “Shit! Gavin!”
    “Where is he?” Vincent asked.
    “I don't know,” I said. “But wherever he is, he's with Alizee and that can't be good, especially if she's telling him she's going to have me arrested.”
    Vincent looked confused, but I didn't want to waste more time by trying to explain, especially not when I'd already let myself waste time freaking out.
    “Find something to tie him up with.” I gestured toward Pierre. “And call the cops. We might not have enough to take down Alizee right now, but Pierre's killed four people I know of and tried to kill me.”
    “And you are going to...?”
    “Find Gavin,” I said as I leaned down toward Pierre. I'd spotted something useful. “And if Alizee has done anything at all to him, I'm going to kick her scrawny ass back to Corsica.”
     

Chapter 12
    Gavin
    I was pretty sure there were a lot of men who would've loved to have a woman as beautiful as Alizee try to seduce them, and more than a few who wouldn't mind if she was a complete psychopath, but I wasn't one of them. And I probably wouldn't have been one of them even if she hadn't been threatening to arrest my girlfriend.
    “It’s very simple,” she said as she pressed her body against mine. “You give me what I want and things in France do not become complicated for you and your lover.” Her hands were at my waist, tugging my shirt from my pants.
    My hands curled into fists. I didn't know how to get her away from me without having to physically manhandle her, and I knew that wasn't a good idea. She was already accusing Carrie of a crime she hadn't committed. If did anything she didn't like, I had no doubt the next set of false charges would be against me. Vincent might be able to help, but it might cost him everything.
    “I promise,” she continued as her fingers skimmed over a strip of bare skin at my waist, “you will enjoy it.” She smiled at me. “So much so that you may ask for more.”
    I put my hands on her shoulders as one of her hands dropped to the front of my pants, cupping my still soft cock. Her mouth twisted into a scowl when she realized I wasn't enjoying her ministrations. I seized the opportunity to move her away enough that I could step out from between her and the wall, putting distance between us even though she was still between me and the door.
    “It's not going to happen, Alizee,” I said firmly. “I am not going to have sex with you. Carrie is innocent and I'll make sure everyone knows it. I don't care how many officials you buy off, you're not going to pin some theft on my girlfriend just because I can’t get hard enough to fuck you.”
    “I believe I will,” she said. “I may even find more items she stole to ensure she enjoys the hospitality of a French jail for a