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  He was a tall man at six foot three but his body was trim and well defined. He knew he was as strong as he needed to be and could lift about five hundred pounds if called upon to do so. He liked to work out and his muscles were toned but not bulging as some men got to be.

  His real name was Sebastian Castel but his friends and family called him Bastian. No one he did business with knew his real name and that’s the way he liked it. For his business, he called himself The Priest. He grinned at the name he’d chosen. Because sooner or later…you would confess everything to him.

  An hour and a half later, he pulled into a private driveway. The lights of the city faded into the distance and that was the way Bastian wanted it. The driveway led to an old barn and a farmhouse that on the outside and even on the inside of the buildings, it appeared to be abandoned.

  He didn’t live near any city too closely. When he worked, he liked the privacy required to do his job.

  He pressed a key fob on his keyring and the barn door opened. Driving inside, he pressed another button and the floor began to sink below the ground. He closed the barn door remotely as he drove underground.

  Parking his car, he moved to the backseat. Lifting Sawyer out, he carried her down the hall and entered one of the rooms. He laid her on the single bed and stepped back.

  She groaned as she came to. With the blindfold still in place and her hands tied behind her back, Bastian removed the gag. He knew the moment she fully realized her surroundings.

  “What the hell?” She struggled with her bindings. The more she struggled the tighter the bindings became.

  “You’ll only hurt yourself if you struggle.” He sat down on the bed beside her.

  Sawyer stilled and cocked her head. “Who are you and what do you want with me?”

  “Who I am is unimportant but I will tell you this much, you may or may not have information I require to locate something that has been lost for a number of years. It’s my job to determine if you know where this item may be.” He watched her body language to determine his best route to get what he needed.

  Sawyer stilled as she heard his voice. “You’re the one they call The Priest?”

  Bastian smiled. “So, you’ve heard of me? From whom I wonder?”

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  His voice was low and strangely comforting, yet Sawyer knew she had every reason to be afraid of this man. Be terrified, run for her life—afraid. She began to struggle as her fear rose. She didn’t want him near her. She didn’t want to know pain again—pain she’d felt in the warehouse by the hands of Jack and John. She didn’t think she would survive something like that again. “I don’t know anything. Leon explained what Max lost but I swear, I don’t know where it is.”

  “Max said you wouldn’t say anything against your mother. She protected you all those years ago. It only stands to reason you would protect her now.”

  “But I don’t know anything!” Sawyer cried out. Being bound and blind she didn’t know where he was or what he was going to do next and that fact was freaking her out.

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  Bastian leaned closer and placed his hand along her jaw. “Easy sweetheart.” He tried to soothe her. He noted sweat beading on her forehead. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “But isn’t that what you do?” she whimpered as she tried to pull away from his reach. “You hurt people to give up their secrets.”

  Bastian considered her words. Usually, this part of his job didn’t bother him so much. He knew his methods weren’t always pleasant for the people he needed information from but he seldom hurt the innocent, despite the rumors of his cruelty. Since the first time he’d seen her in that warehouse in Rochester, he felt an in explicable connection to her. He hadn’t understood it then and he didn’t understand it now, but he knew his normal methods of interrogation wasn’t going to work with her. “I don’t always hurt people. Sometimes, I just talk to them.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she whispered nervoulsy.

  He leaned over her and reached for the knife on the table beside the bed. Slipping it around the band on her wrist, he released her but caught her wrists quickly. He raised them up and zip tied them to the headboard.

  Sawyer stiffened when he sat back down next to her.

  His fingers trailed down her cheek. “One thing I’ve always found fascinating.”

  “What’s that?” she whispered as she leaned into his fingers.

  Bastian smiled when he saw this, as he knew she felt some tender reaction to his touch, though she did not realize it. “When you lose one sense, even temporarily, your other senses fill in the gaps.” He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “Do you feel it?”

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  “Feel what?” Suddenly, her other senses did kick in. Sawyer took in his scent and found it quite to her liking. He smelled of the woods, earthy and like sunshine. Yet, there was more than just that. He also smelled of sweat and of all things cinnamon. She could feel her mouth water in anticipation. She had an unexpected urge to see if he tasted as well as he smelled.

  His warm tongue touched her skin and Sawyer shivered.

  “You’re blind, yet you tremble when I touch you.” His mouth closed in on a spot on her neck, just below her ear.

  Sawyer quivered as his teeth nibbled on her skin.

  “You’re using your other senses to make do, aren’t you? Can you smell my scent? Do you know how much I want you? I can smell you and it is making me hard.”

  His words were a mere whisper but Sawyer heard them loud and clear as she moaned. “How is this even possible?”

  “I’ve wanted you since that warehouse in Rochester,” he whispered in her ear.

  Sawyer shivered as the memory washed over her. The fear, the pain and the absolute desperation she’d felt that day, then she remembered those pale blue eyes she’d seen in the shadows. She caught her breath. “You were there that day.”

  “Yes, I was. I arrived and found you hanging from a ceiling hook all beat to shit. One look into your eyes to see the misery there and I wanted to rip those two men apart. But before I could stop them, your brother broke in and rescued you.” His fingers trailed a path along her chest, though he did not go any further. “Can you feel my gentle touch? It is not meant to cause you pain. I just want you to realize this. I will not hurt you. I only want…” His voice fell away.

  She felt confused by all of this as her ears caught the sound of his ragged breaths.

  “You don’t need to fear me. Please believe I would never hurt you,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

  “Wait,” she called out. “I think you should know something.”

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  Bastian hesitated briefly. “What is it?”

  “I’ve never known—well, I have never had—umm, relations before,” she told him softly. “I-I am untouched.”

  Her skin took on a rosy hue and Bastian halted. “You’re a virgin?”

  Sawyers’ blush deepened. “What can I say? I never found a man I wanted to share my body with.”

  “Do you feel this Sawyer?” Bastian whispered as his finger reached out to touch her neck. “Your heart is beating a mile a minute. Your body is heating from a place deep within itself. Your soul is getting ready for something incredible.”

  “And what would that be?”

  “Sexual fulfillment,” he whispered in her ear as his lips caressed the skin just below her ear lobe. He could taste the sweat on her skin and it was like ambrosia. His tongue traced the outline of her lips and she gasped. He then took her mouth with his.

  He wanted her badly but he also knew he couldn’t, not yet. She wasn’t ready yet. He wanted her beyond all reason but he wanted her willing, not just caught up in the moment. Or…for her to comply out of fear. He forced himself to move away from her. He went and retrieved a sleeping pill. He didn’t wish to harm her and he would only use the syringe on her when it was time to retrieve her secrets. He
would be very careful with this one.

  She hadn’t said word when he left her and she seemed to know when he returned. “Why did you stop?”

  Bastian smiled, even though he knew she couldn’t see it. Carefully laying his hand on her cheek, he leaned toward her and whispered, “Because little one…For now, I need you to rest. If you would swallow this, it will help you rest.” He tapped his finger on her lower lip.

  “What is it?”

  He sighed. “A sleeping pill. I need you to rest. Please try to trust me. I do not wish to harm you. If you simply do what I ask while you are here, you will be safe.”

  Sawyer paused as if she were contemplating his words. Then she opened her mouth.

  Bastian’s body grew rigid at the sight of her sweet pink tongue. He needed to keep control of himself. He gently laid the small pill onto her tongue. Then he raised a glass of water to her lips. “There now, you will sleep for a little while.”

  She swallowed and then spoke, “Can you stay with me, till I go to sleep?” Her voice was steady and quiet.

  He set the glass down and sat on the bed. “Yes, little one.” He caressed her arm as she let out a sigh. My god, I wish to protect her, comfort her…Have her. Not hurt and interrogate her.

  Bastian watched her for at least twenty minutes. He wished he could see her eyes and see her gaze as she looked into his eyes. He wished for all sorts of things to be different than they were in fact. He waited a few minutes longer as she dozed off, then got to his feet and left the room.

  He walked down the hall to another room set up as an office. Sitting behind a desk, he watched the camera feed in the small monitor on the desk as he reached for the phone on the desk and dialed a number.

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  Sin’s Bastads Mc Compound

  Leon felt his cell phone buzzing and when he reached for it, he found the caller id was unlisted. He thought about not answering it but he knew somehow, this call was important. One of Deke’s men had stumbled into the clubhouse over an hour ago and told them he’d seen Sawyer walking alone in the woods. Everyone had gone on alert since then and every man jack of them, were out scouring the area for her but so far, no one had found her.

  “Hello,” Leon greeted the caller.

  “Mr. Vincinti, I assume.”

  “Yes, this is Leon Vincinti. Who is this?”

  “Someone you don’t want to know.”

  Leon’s fingers tightened on cell phone. “Are you known as The Priest?”

  “Yes, that is one name I am known by.”

  “Do you have the girl?”

  “Yes, I have her,” Bastian admitted. “I was hired to find something for Max Bordeaux. I assume you still want the item?”

  “Yes I do, but I’m not willing to trade the life of an innocent woman to get it back.”

  “Are you willing to possibly lose the item in question for all time then? Or shall we make a deal?”

  “What kind of deal?” Leon frowned.

  “I want three days with her. Three days without her father or the Sin’s Bastards coming after us. They will not find us anyway, but I don’t want them to interfere with my work. If I have to worry about them coming after me, I might make a mistake and hurt her and I really don’t want to have to hurt her. Do you get what I’m saying?”

  “Yes, I get what you’re saying.” Leon growled. “I don’t know if Calico will agree to the three days or not, but I will try.”

  “I think you’ll do more than try, Mr. Vincinti. Convince him that if he ever wants to see her again, he’ll give me the three days. If they come after her before then, I’ll keep her and they will never find her.”

  Leon’s lips pressed together in rage. “You don’t have to hurt her. She is innocent of the mess Max was into.”

  “Then keep her father and the others away. Three days is more than enough time for me to get what we need from her.”

  Leon waited as the line went dead. He wanted to throw the phone at the wall and watch it smash to pieces but he couldn’t do that. Instead, he slowly closed it and laid it on the table. Turning his head, he saw the members of Sawyer’s family.

  Calico had his arms around Jolene who was crying and Jordan was sitting beside them looking like he’d lost his best friend. In a way, he had.

  Leon knew Jordan and Sawyer were close. They were all the other had when they thought Jolene was gone. Now she was missing as well. Taken by a man that was more myth than real to them. Leon couldn’t be sure this Priest wouldn’t hurt her but he said he wouldn’t. He turned around and saw Deke watching him carefully. Leon got up and joined Deke at another table. “You need to call your men back. Stop the search.”

  “Why?” Deke asked.

  Sam and Gator came over. They stood behind Deke and listened the exchange carefully.

  Leon stared at Deke and ignored the others. “The Priest just called me and told me he has Sawyer.”

  They all heard Jolene gasp behind them. Then they heard a chair scrape the floor and footsteps approaching. Leon didn’t bother to turn and look as he felt Calico, Jolene and Jordan join them. He stared at Deke and gave them the Priest’s message, “He wants three days with her. He promised he wouldn’t hurt her if we gave him that much time. He also said if he found out he was being hunted by Calico or any of your men, he would take her and disappear and we would never find either of them again.”

  “Do you think he’ll keep his word?” Jordan asked with clenched fists. “That if we give him the three days, he won’t hurt her?”

  Leon slowly turned his head and stared at the young boy. “Yes, I believe his word. He has no reason to lie to the Family. After all, he holds all the cards and did not have to call us at all.”

  Jordan studied the older man for a moment then turned to Sawyer’s father. “Give him the three days. If we want Sawyer back, give him the three days.”

  “And if he doesn’t keep his word?” Calico growled.

  Jordan shrugged as the fire in his eyes flashed. “Then we hunt the fucker down and kill him.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  When Carla Benson drove down the dirt road with her daughter, she was more than a little apprehensive. She had come here to bring her brother news of their father but he might not want to hear what she had to say.

  Looking over at her daughter, Caitlyn she knew she had to try to connect with her brother. It was all about family. Taking a deep breath, she gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and her foot pressed down on the gas pedal.

  When they came to the gate, a man in a leather vest stopped the car and leaned into the window. “Ladies, I’m sorry but this is private property. I think you need to turn around and find your way back to town.”

  Carla took a deep breath and let it out then stated her purpose, “I’m looking for Sam Tory. I was told he would be here.”

  The man stared at her for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, Bones is here. Does he know you’re looking for him?”

  Carla shook her head. “No but I do need to see him.”

  “Wait here.” He stepped away from the car, went to the gate and dialed a number on his phone. After speaking to someone for a moment, he looked back at the car and nodded. Then he stepped back over to the car and squatted down beside the driver’s side. “Sam is at the clubhouse. He said he would talk to you for a moment but he’s not in the mood for bullshit.” He motioned toward the parking lot. “Park anywhere but leave everything in your car, including your purse. There will be someone at the front door to escort you to Sam.”

  Carla pulled her car into the lot and parked it. Seemed like a lot of security and fuss for an MC. As she unbuckled her seatbelt, she glanced over at her daughter.

  Ten year old, Caitlyn smiled at her.

  “Am I doing the right thing?” she asked her.

  “I think so,” Caitlyn replied. “Even if he doesn’t want to hear it, he needs to know.”

  “You know there are hard feelings between them. Sam might hate his father for a very good re
ason and he might not want to know me and you at all.”

  Caitlyn shrugged. “You’ll never know if you don’t try. Granddad needs this and so does Sam, whether he admits it or not. You know after you found the letter that is was the right thing to do.”

  Carla nodded. “Like you said, we have to try but we’ll more than likely get tossed out on our rears.”

  They both got out of the car and hand in hand walked to the front door of the clubhouse.

  Another man wearing a leather vest, proclaiming him as a member of the Sin’s Bastards MC, met them. “I’m Wiley. What is your name and who are you here to see?”

  “I’m Carla Benson and this is my daughter Caitlyn. We’re here to see Sam Tory.”

  “Bones is inside, follow me.” Wiley turned and led the way into the clubhouse. He took them both to a side room leaving them while he went to search for Sam.

  A moment later two men entered the room.

  Carla caught her breath. Sam hadn’t changed much over the years, except to grow older. He remained as she remembered. Tall, lean but built well. His dark hair was beginning to go grey but his face was the same as it had been when he was younger. She turned a bit to look at the other man and frowned. He looked enough like Sam to be his brother but she knew he wasn’t. Sam’s only brother Benny died a long time ago.

  Sam stared at her for a moment. “You wanted to see me?”

  “I did.” Carla was suddenly nervous. Wringing her hands together, she began to pace. Now that she was here with him, she wasn’t sure this was such a good idea.

  The younger man with him glanced over at the little girl. Leaning closer to Sam, he whispered, “Is this another kid you forgot to tell us about?”

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  Sam frowned and searched the little girl’s face. He saw the same resemblance Deke had but then he looked at her mother. He didn’t know this woman but she did remind him of someone, he just couldn’t think of who. “No, I don’t think so.”