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Jennifer wasn’t interested in finding out who he really was behind those fake smiles.
“I’d like to go home now, Evan,” Jennifer said during a break in a tirade about Luc Christianson, the owner of Hell, the club they’d been tossed out of just moments before. Evan was actually talking about having the club owner murdered for monopolizing the market in Vegas. What market? Was Luc an investment banker too? Jennifer didn’t think Evan was joking either. Would he really kill someone?
Evan gave her a cold glare. Something was missing in his deep-brown eyes now, and it scared the shit out of Jennifer. It was like looking into the eyes of a hungry shark. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Then he relaxed. He turned the car in the wrong direction. They were driving away from her place.
“I said I want to go home. Now,” Jennifer repeated. She wouldn’t break it off with Evan while he was behaving so irrationally. It could wait until morning. She’d give him a call and calmly explain that things weren’t going to work out between them.
“I have good news for you, sweetheart.” Evan’s demeanor had reversed. He seemed to realize that he’d let his mask drop, and he was trying to recover. “You don’t have to go back to that dump you live in ever again. I’m taking you to your new home. I’m taking you to my home.”
“Excuse me?” Her apartment wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t a dump. It was clean, and she lived in a decent complex. She worked hard for everything she had, and she didn’t appreciate him downing her. First, it was her clothes, now her apartment. He wanted to take her to his home? Was he fucking joking?
“There’s no need to thank me, Jenny. You’re going to make me a very happy man. It’s my job to take care of you, and I intend to do it well.” He returned his attention to the road.
“What are you talking about? I want to go home. Pull over. I’ll just get out here.” What the fuck was wrong with this man? He had to be kidding. And she hated being called Jenny. She’d told Evan that numerous times.
Evan didn’t respond to her demand. His hand reached over to brush her flushed cheek, but she swatted it away. She never wanted him to touch her again. Evan just chuckled at her. They had driven for a short distance before he pulled over. Relieved that he was letting her go, Jennifer got out of the car as soon as it came to a full stop, but she was blocked by the appearance of two large men in suits.
“Get her in the car and keep her calm. I don’t want her upset. Jenny is still a little flustered by her good fortune,” Evan instructed them through the still open passenger door.
One of the men grabbed Jennifer as she attempted to jump out of the car. He opened the door and shoveled her into the back seat, then climbed in after her. The other guy got in the front next to Evan.
Jennifer had had enough. This shit wasn’t funny at all. She started yelling at Even and demanding he pull over and let her out of the car. After a minute of her ranting at the back of Evan’s head, he began getting increasingly red in the face. The man next to her made a show of unbuttoning his jacket so she could see his gun holstered there. Jennifer blinked rapidly, recognizing the threat. She finally looked the man directly in the eyes. He was a barrel-chested man with a craggy face. He looked mean as hell when he reached up and wrapped his giant mitt around the handle of the gun.
“Don’t make the boss angry, lady. That makes me angry. I’m supposed to keep you calm back here. I’ll do that any way necessary. You get me?” His cold stare was unsettling. Would he shoot her? Would he pistol whip her?
Jennifer realized these must be Evan’s men. The ones he said would have been with him tonight if he weren’t tiptoeing around her. She’d never seen them before. His men were gun toting thugs. It began to sink in that she was in real danger. This was not a joke. She wasn’t being
“I’d like to go home now, Evan,” Jennifer said during a break in a tirade about Luc Christianson, the owner of Hell, the club they’d been tossed out of just moments before. Evan was actually talking about having the club owner murdered for monopolizing the market in Vegas. What market? Was Luc an investment banker too? Jennifer didn’t think Evan was joking either. Would he really kill someone?
Evan gave her a cold glare. Something was missing in his deep-brown eyes now, and it scared the shit out of Jennifer. It was like looking into the eyes of a hungry shark. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Then he relaxed. He turned the car in the wrong direction. They were driving away from her place.
“I said I want to go home. Now,” Jennifer repeated. She wouldn’t break it off with Evan while he was behaving so irrationally. It could wait until morning. She’d give him a call and calmly explain that things weren’t going to work out between them.
“I have good news for you, sweetheart.” Evan’s demeanor had reversed. He seemed to realize that he’d let his mask drop, and he was trying to recover. “You don’t have to go back to that dump you live in ever again. I’m taking you to your new home. I’m taking you to my home.”
“Excuse me?” Her apartment wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t a dump. It was clean, and she lived in a decent complex. She worked hard for everything she had, and she didn’t appreciate him downing her. First, it was her clothes, now her apartment. He wanted to take her to his home? Was he fucking joking?
“There’s no need to thank me, Jenny. You’re going to make me a very happy man. It’s my job to take care of you, and I intend to do it well.” He returned his attention to the road.
“What are you talking about? I want to go home. Pull over. I’ll just get out here.” What the fuck was wrong with this man? He had to be kidding. And she hated being called Jenny. She’d told Evan that numerous times.
Evan didn’t respond to her demand. His hand reached over to brush her flushed cheek, but she swatted it away. She never wanted him to touch her again. Evan just chuckled at her. They had driven for a short distance before he pulled over. Relieved that he was letting her go, Jennifer got out of the car as soon as it came to a full stop, but she was blocked by the appearance of two large men in suits.
“Get her in the car and keep her calm. I don’t want her upset. Jenny is still a little flustered by her good fortune,” Evan instructed them through the still open passenger door.
One of the men grabbed Jennifer as she attempted to jump out of the car. He opened the door and shoveled her into the back seat, then climbed in after her. The other guy got in the front next to Evan.
Jennifer had had enough. This shit wasn’t funny at all. She started yelling at Even and demanding he pull over and let her out of the car. After a minute of her ranting at the back of Evan’s head, he began getting increasingly red in the face. The man next to her made a show of unbuttoning his jacket so she could see his gun holstered there. Jennifer blinked rapidly, recognizing the threat. She finally looked the man directly in the eyes. He was a barrel-chested man with a craggy face. He looked mean as hell when he reached up and wrapped his giant mitt around the handle of the gun.
“Don’t make the boss angry, lady. That makes me angry. I’m supposed to keep you calm back here. I’ll do that any way necessary. You get me?” His cold stare was unsettling. Would he shoot her? Would he pistol whip her?
Jennifer realized these must be Evan’s men. The ones he said would have been with him tonight if he weren’t tiptoeing around her. She’d never seen them before. His men were gun toting thugs. It began to sink in that she was in real danger. This was not a joke. She wasn’t being
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