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hitched, infuriating her. Damn him, he had made her cry. He had made her cry when all
the long, desperately painful nights aching for him had never pushed her to that point.
She drove the SUV down the rough track that led back into town, there she found
herself helplessly lost amid the back roads and narrow alleys she managed to enter. She
cursed Jacob, Wolfe and the damned cell phone beeping its battery operated little brain
out beside her.
 What? she snarled into the device as she turned along another side road.
There was a small silence; enough to make her frown as she sniffed back her tears.
 If I don t pass you heading back to the house, then you may not like me much once
I get hold of you, Faith. She had never heard Jacob s voice so cold, so furious.
 I don t like you much now, she bit out.  I did my job, you have your papers, now
I m going home.
 Faith, you won t get out of town before I catch up with you, baby, he growled.
 And I promise you, you ll regret leaving like that.
 Catch up with me then, you son of a bitch, she told him furiously.  Come on,
Jacob, find me. I promise, you ll be the one who won t be pleased.
She disconnected, pressed her foot to the gas pedal and eased onto the main road
leading directly into town. She accelerated the vehicle as fast as she dared, racing to the
bar. If Hawke wasn t there, then she swore she would leave his ass sitting.
He was there, with Danson, standing beside a vehicle identical to the one she drove.
She squealed to a stop beside them and waited impatiently as Hawke strode quickly to
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the door. He had it opened before she could stop him, jerking the keys from the ignition
and facing her furiously.
Surprised flared through her.
 What are you doing? She snatched at the keys, jumping from the vehicle as he
moved back quickly.  Damn you, give me the keys. What the hell are you doing this
for?
 Faith, you can t leave, dammit, he told her angrily.  Do you think I spent two
months busting my ass to get you in shape to meet up with Jacob just to have you turn
tail and run? I never took you for a coward.
Faith stilled. She felt a chill race over her spine as she faced the Enforcer, seeing the
steely determination in his dark blue eyes as he stared down at her. This wasn t the
friendly, charming soldier she had fought with for two months. This wasn t her friend
or her partner. He was an Enforcer, and answerable to Wolfe and Jacob before anyone
else.
 You called him, she whispered hopelessly.
 Hell yes, I called him. He raked his fingers through his short black hair and
stared down at her.  Faith, honey, you can t leave him yet. You know that. Dammit,
you re so fucking hot any Breed in a two-mile radius could track you. You re becoming
a danger to yourself and to the Pack.
She shook her head desperately.  I don t live with the Pack. She should know, she
suffered that isolation every day of her life.  I m alone, Hawke. All alone for a reason,
damn you. Because the man who had marked her had deserted her.
 And soon you ll be alone and dead, woman, he growled.  You know as well as I
do there are still Breed soldiers out there following the commands of their puppeteers.
Goddamn it, the smell of your lust will see you raped before they ever get around to
killing you. Is that what you want, Faith? Do you really think those vibrators are easing
your lust enough to still the scent of it? I promise you, it s not.
Faith fought to breathe. She wanted to scream, to rush him, hurt him. She still held
enough control, just enough to realize it would serve no purpose.
 Please give me the keys, Hawke, she whispered desperately as she heard a
vehicle speeding towards the parking lot.  Just let me go home. Please, Hawke, before
he destroys me.
She could feel fear clawing at her insides. She wasn t afraid of Jacob, she was
terrified of herself. The demands of her body, the surge of her desires, her emotions,
were tearing her apart.
 Faith, your death will lay on my head if I let you go, he told her gently.  Fight
this out with Jacob. It will work out.
 He doesn t want me, she screamed out as a motorcycle s headlight speared
through the area.  Why are you fucking doing this to me? If I have to be pity fucked,
then you do it. Goddamn it, it wouldn t hurt nearly as bad.
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There was silence as her words struck each man. Jacob, who had just halted and
switched the motor off to the lethal black cycle he rode, and Hawke who stared at her in
shock.
 If he touches you, Faith, I ll kill him. Serious as death, and just as dark, Jacob s
voice sliced through the tension already building in the parking lot.
She turned on him. She saw the savage fury on his face as he lifted himself from the
motorcycle and advanced on her slowly. She snarled at him, fury filling every cell in her
body as she tensed for the fight she saw in his face.
 Not yet, baby, he promised.  Unless you want me to mount you here, in the
parking lot, with Hawke and Danson as witnesses.
 I ll kill you first, she bit out.
He shook his head, mocking amusement crossing his face.
 Get in the jeep, Faith. Now.
 Make me. She backed away from him, searching desperately for a weakness in
his stance. She saw none.
He stopped in front of Hawke and held out his hand. Betraying bastard laid the
SUV s keys in that broad palm. Jacob slid them in his pocket, never looking away from
her.
 You see that cycle, Hawke? Jacob asked him carefully.
 Nice little thing. Faith sneered at the other man s awed voice.
 I expect to see it outside the gates of the hacienda come afternoon. Then I want
that job I gave you completed.
 Hawke, you leave me here with this sadistic son of a bitch and I ll kill you next
time I see you, Faith bit the words out furiously, her breathing rough, and damn her
body all to hell and back, but her pussy was throbbing with a beat more desperate than
that of her heart.
She could feel her clit swelling, arousal stark and blinding flaring through her body.
She watched as Jacob inhaled softly, his lips quirking.
 I hate you, she snarled viciously, her fingers curling into fists as Danson and
Hawke drove away.  You just signed his death warrant, Jacob. I ll murder that
betraying bastard when I catch up with him.
He tilted his head, his expression curious.
 Faith, he chided her a little too sweetly.  Why darlin , I never saw you so
bloodthirsty. It s arousing.
She trembled violently from the hard edge of pure rage that shot through her.
 Arousing? she asked him with a sneer.  Sorry baby, I don t like your brand of
fucking. Find someone else.
 Well darlin , I guess I ll just have to see if I can t do better next time. He advanced
on her, his eyes narrowing.
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Faith backed up again, seeing no advantage, no sign of weakness in him. He was
dressed in form fitting black pants, boots, and a sleeveless white T-shirt that he had
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