club open. The metal hit the wall with a

voice was a low, lethal drawl. "Tell Mitch that Hardie Boone is here to collect his property, or I'll have his head." The p

back hallway. His leather sh

VIP door and

r Arlene, yelling at a gu

into a tight ball on the floor. Her cl

ce drained of color. "Dr.

over a puddle of liquor and dro

the pulse point on her neck. Her skin was fre

ared at the men by the door. H

She flinched violently in her de

nder her body and lifted her. He held her a

d blood and stomach acid directly

t pulled her head closer, m

ard the door. He stopped

Hardie's voice was a whisper, but it

He nodded frantically. "Y

, hollow laugh. He wa

t Arlene's face. She forc

he saw the sharp li

t felt like it was lined with razor blade

down at the woman bleeding in his

wait for a friend until your stomach bleeds? You wa

still. The pure fury in

n. He placed her on the leather seat and buckled he

river's seat and

ocating. "You would rather die

dow. A single tear fell down her chee

ers. His breath was hot against her cold skin. "You lie to my face,

im pressed her into the seat. She cl

gear. He sped toward Har