a silent, terrifying efficiency. They dragged the unconscious Vic Tucker from

nto a movie about the mob. Her fear of Branson

ce in the vast suite was heavy

a glass of water. He didn't drink it.

her eyes locked on

ffee table in front of her. He then opened a firs

ched back, but he caught her wri

pping the swab in the antiseptic, he

roken skin made her wince, but s

nce she had just witnessed. He was close, so close she could see

ndage, his fingers brushing against her collarb

ing distance between them.

watching her with an unnerving calm. "Where?

ined from her

w colder. "For money? Or for the Stev

der. Her anger finally overrode h

genuine interest in his gaze. "Forced b

liana bit her lip, trapped between the tru

her, his height forcing her to

t a request; it was a command. "Tell me

hat there was no such thing as a free l

urse, it's not free. From the moment I saved you, your life became my

ower in his words stu

rivate dining room, a multi-course

t his steak, Brans

a Moon? Moon is you

dying law a

ded, "You were forced. Wh

umped slightly. "My grandmother is in the hospit

ing a mental note. He seamless

ur wrist. How d

estion. Eliana instinctively covered her wrist with her o

aving a little boy. She couldn'

ue, but a flicker of disappo

l, through a series of surgical questions, he had pie

ally be allowed to leave. Instead, Branson had

aving no room for argument. "I'm t