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Don’t I always take care of you?” Kieran yelled down. “Leave the fucker outside with the trash.”
    “Actually…never mind… Dammit, just lifting fat boy will make my sciatica act up,” Roscoe mumbled. “Wait until you get arthritis and see how well you move. I should have moved somewhere warm years ago.”
    He knew what Roscoe was trying to say. Even if Kieran favored his father there was no way in hell he acted like the bastard. “Are you done now?” He resembled his mother, dammit. His final memory of her wasn’t a good one but he still had a few pictures of her when she was happy.
    “Does it matter?” Roscoe lifted his head and met Kieran’s gaze with an innocent look of his own.
    “Not really.”
    “Sometimes, you…arrogant snot…one day…you’re going to miss me when I’m gone.” Roscoe--or maybe it was the want-to-be extortionist--moaned as Roscoe moved him. Maybe the asshole wasn’t dead.
    He stalked into the room. Rica was pulling the SIM card free of the camera. “I already called Fionn . He’ll take care of trash pickup. It’s not how I would have handled the situation, but hey. To each his own.” She shrugged.
    “Take care of things without calling me then.” He picked up the bat and set it back in place. “Drop a little something extra in Roscoe’s envelope at payday.”
    “Do you have a number in mind?” She tossed the camera in the trash and sighed. “You can go now since you corrected the problem. I got a bar full of customers to run.”
    Derrica was dismissing him? “Be generous. He has a bad back.” Kieran chuckled. He tilted his head to the side and stared at her. Rica was a handful. A slow smile lifted his lips as thoughts of her arrogance and attitude filled his mind. She needed reminding of her place in his life. He dragged the tips of his fingers along the surface of the desk as he stalked her way. “I know you missed me.” A long, deep sigh passed thro ugh his lips. “After I eat that ass like a starving man with his last cracker will you be satisfied?”
    “I don’t know. It’s been a long time since you put me to sleep.” She traced her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. “I’m not complaining.” Rica eased around the corner of the desk toward the door. “Consider this a request to open our lines of communication.”
    “Interesting, I wasn’t aware they were closed.”
    “I’ve seen more of your brothers than you this month. Neglect can be the ruin of any relationship.” She batted her eyelashes innocently.
    He planted his palms on the desk and leaned forward. “From the tips of your hair down to the soles of your feet, pretty girl, you’re mine. You will always be mine. Anybody from heaven above to hell below and everybody in between knows that. But I guess you need to be reminded why it’s not good to interrupt me when I’m busy.” He straightened and crossed his arms. “Get the silk rope and meet in our apartment upstairs. It’s time for your punishment.”

Chapter Two
     
    Derrica slid her leg across the mattress and was yanked to a stop. She lifted her head from the pillow and gazed down her body. Her ankles were still tied. She sighed and sat up, reaching for her legs. Soft leather cuffs restricted her movements. Rica resisted the urge to thrash in place. Kieran should have released her before he left.
    She twisted around to gaze at the headboard. Her lover must have been a Boy Scout in a previous life. There was no way she could pry the knots free even if she could reach them. She tapped her fingers on the bed. A shiver rippled along her spine as thoughts of the night before flitted through her mind. She kicked her legs in annoyance and the cords whipped.
    “I told you this was your punishment.” Kieran entered the room. Steam billowed from the mug he carried. She stared at him. Shirtless, all his tattoos were exposed. Vibrant and realistic, they told his story. He hadn’t shaved, and a day’s growth covered his jaw and top