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and nude, each limb tied to the bed. Two
    men stood on either side of the bed. Both were nude and held whips. And
    both were taking turns using them on the girl's bare back.
    The scene before her morphed into a scene from eight years before.
    McKenna's mind went into shutdown mode. Raising the gun, she shouted
    over the young girl's screams, "Stop!"
    Neither man appeared to have heard her. Her eyes went to the larger,
    older one. Not only did his eyes gleam with an unholy lust, but he was fully
    erect, sexually excited by whipping the girl.
    With a low growl, McKenna sprang, taking him to the floor. She
    heard the other man shout. The roar of fury in her head was so great, she
    barely felt the stings of the whip on her back. She knew the other man had
    turned on her. Right now, her priority was the pervert she was choking to
    death. The stranger beneath her had Damon's face. She tightened her grip,
    barely conscious of the pain on her back or the purplish tinge of the man she
    choked.
    "McKenna! Let go." Hands pulled at her arms. Reality returned. Her
    breath coming in ragged spurts of panic, she rolled off the man and crawled
    away from him. She turned to see that the other man was on the floor across
    the room, apparently unconscious. Dylan had taken care of him. The man
    McKenna had almost choked to death lay wheezing several feet from her.
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    With silent efficiency, Dylan rolled the gasping man over and
    handcuffed him. Then he went to the girl and untied her.
    McKenna sat frozen on the filthy floor and watched it all take place.
    She'd never had a flashback. For eight fucking years she'd been able to
    suppress that humiliating and physically painful event. And today, for some
    reason, the memories had returned as if it had just happened.
    "You okay?"
    Dylan stood several feet away. Most male LCR operatives treated her
    that way. Early on, they'd sensed she had a problem being physically close
    to anyone. And today Dylan had more reason than before to stay away from
    her. She'd behaved like a maniac. And an amateur.
    Unable to articulate a word, McKenna managed a nod. She had
    known that at some point her past would catch up with her. She just hadn't
    expected it to happen this way. Somehow she'd always thought that Damon
    would find her and she'd have to take him out. Or she'd finally find her
    backbone and go after him. Never had she considered that a flashback would
    throw her for a loop. Not only had she almost killed someone in a rage, but
    the victim had still been in danger. While she'd been whooping up one guy,
    the other one could easily have killed the woman. And it would have been
    her fault.
    She watched as Dylan spoke into a cellphone. The authorities would
    be here soon. Her mind told her she needed to get up and move. Her body
    refused to listen.
    "McKenna?" Dylan said quietly. The concern in his eyes almost undid
    her again. He knew she'd lost it. If she hadn't been so numb with shock, she
    would have been mortified. She never, ever showed the real McKenna. No
    one was allowed to see the scared little girl behind her facade of toughness.
    Today Dylan had seen that and so much more.
    A furious inner voice snarled: Get off your ass! Hands pressed on the
    floor for balance, McKenna got to her feet. Her legs felt like soggy pretzels.
    Her teeth gritted and her jaw tight, sheer determination alone made her move
    forward.
    "The police will be here soon. You need to get going."
    Another bit of information LCR knew about her, though no one ever
    talked about it. Being seen by the police, by any government official, was
    something she avoided at all cost.
    She took a trembling breath, feeling the need to at least apologize.
    "Dylan, I'm sorry I--"
    "Hell, little girl, if you're going to go all sloppy on me, I might just
    have to carry you out of here."
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    If her mouth hadn't been stiff, she'd have smiled. Dylan only called
    her "little girl" when he wanted to piss her off. It