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worse—than she could have imagined. How could she trust him with her safety now? But then, how could she not?
    He wasn’t with the military, but he could be a different type of danger. A very real danger to her well-being.
    She was all alone with an escaped murderer—an escaped murderer who made her come harder than she’d ever come before.
    The sex had been phenomenal. She’d almost forgotten what it could be like, when she got so thoroughly turned on. It felt amazing. But what about Mason’s victim… the woman he killed. Did she have amazing sex with him too? Did he promise her that he’d never hurt her?
    She shivered, and Mason wrapped his huge arm around her, hugging her to him for warmth. But it wasn’t the chill in the air that made her cold.
    It was fear.

Grand Central, OCC
    COLONEL LANCHE
    IN THE Operations Control Center at Grand Central, Colonel Lanche stepped forward until he stood only an inch from Private Pearce’s face. “Are you telling me the radio is gone?”
    Pearce winced. “Missing, yes sir.”
    “I said ,” he spat, “are you telling me our only communication with the outside world is gone ?”
    Pearce blanched, a tiny drop of Lanche’s spittle sitting on his cheek. Lanche stayed in his face, daring him to wipe the spit away. Pearce wisely didn’t budge.
    Not that Lanche wanted communication with the outside world. Here, in Grand Central, he reigned supreme.
    He had an army of eager young soldiers to do whatever he said. He had a harem of willing sluts to fuck. He had plenty to eat, since he always gave himself a double ration and he always ate first.
    Why would he want to let anyone come in and ruin a good thing?
    Hell, everyone practically fell over their feet to thank him for saving their asses. If they knew, though, what other leaders were doing—if they knew that in other parts of the country, rebuilding had already begun, and small-town farming communities were cropping up with the help of the Amish—it would be a different story.
    Colonel Lanche never thought the Amish, of all people, would end up being so damn useful. In fact, he never thought of them at all, other than as a random sect of people to honk at if he got stuck behind one of their stupid buggies in Pennsylvania.
    The other folks, though, he had always known would come out on top in a crisis like the Pulse. Survivalists. They had been prepared for an EMP, and now all the people who had laughed at them before the Pulse were begging for their help.
    If the residents of Grand Central knew how much better they could have it if they were able to get out of this godforsaken city, they would never let him lead.
    They would revolt.
    Lanche needed that radio back. Without it, he was as good as dead.
    “Where the fuck is my radio?” he asked quietly.
    Johnson, who had been standing silently next to Pearce, said in a shaky voice, “The radio, sir, went missing around the same time that a… a girl went missing.”
    “A girl?” The thought that one of his harem betrayed him, hell, had actually been able to find his radio and sneak off with it, seemed insane. But then, there was that bitch he’d caned for snooping around near the OCC. It was all they had to go on. “Where did you hear this?”
    “One of the whores asked us about her missing roommate, sir,” Pearce admitted.
    “A whore, huh? Does she know about the radio?” Lanche asked.
    “I don’t think so, sir. She didn’t say anything about it.”
    “But she might know where the missing girl is,” Lanche said thoughtfully. “And if we find the girl—”
    “We find the radio,” Johnson finished for him. “Sir.”
    “Bring the whore to me. I’ve got some questions to ask her.” Lanche dismissed the two soldiers with a gesture. “Oh, and Pearce,” he said, stopping the man at the door. “Bring me the cane in case we need to motivate her.”
    Pearce paled, but he nodded. The two men left.
    Lanche sat down heavily. Everything depended on getting that