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With her father missing, Shay will do anything to get him back, even if that means teaming up with a cruel gang leader and his band of psychotic men.
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SO COLD
COMPOSED AND AT EASE, I RELAXED into the leathery black seats and crossed my ankles. I tore pieces of the salted caramel muffin and ate like it was my last meal. It was paradisiacal, the caramel melted on my tongue and it was almost as good as sex. I briefly wondered how it would taste being drug-laced. Perhaps I was too quick to shut down Millie when she offered to grab a muffin from her backroom. I missed being stoned, the trips to cloud nine were euphoric and being spaced out would smother the fluttering and buzzing thoughts that were constantly clamouring for attention in my head space.
"Hey," I cleared my throat, crushing the wrapper and the paper bag in my fist and shoving my attention towards the suited man beside me. "You know you can get life in prison for an aggravated kidnapping charge? That, or up to twenty years. Is the crime worth the risk of the time? You gotta think twice before acting out. And Millie, gosh dang it, I thought we were friends. But I should've known better, she is, after all, under your employment. So, Cole, are we going to suffer in silence or shall we talk about our relationship problems?"
Cole didn't respond.
I unlocked my phone and tapped on the icon for the phone log. Seconds later and his hand shot out and snatched the iPhone. He placed it in his inside pocket of his suit-jacket and his expression hardened when I protested. "I'm not afraid to reach for it," I said.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist and he shoved my arm away. "Don't touch me, Shay."
"I want my phone back."
"You're not getting shit."
Growing irritated and inflamed, I said testily. "Your mood swings tire me out. Do you ever get exhausted of being a total bitch?"
"Why do you have a camera?" he steered the conversation in another direction.
I tightened my grip on it in fear the thief would steal that, too. "I've picked up a hobby."
"You're a goddamn liar." He was hot-tempered and cold-blooded. Irascible. Lashing out.
"I don't care whether or not you believe me, Cole."
"Give it to me."
"No."
"I want to take a look at it."
"It's private. Before you ask, I take pictures of porn in low, dusky lighting and self-portraits of my naked body. It's called White Boy Art. I'm a creative genius. No-one has seen the likes of my work before."
"I've seen you naked countless of times. Why are you suddenly shy?" a cunning black gaze clashed with mine. He was a slippery, scaly snake.
"Just because you've seen me naked before, doesn't mean you get a free access pass to be used whenever you like. That was then. This is now. Each opportunity requires a signed permission slip from both parties. Unfortunately, you won't be going to Hogsmeade, Harry."
