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blindfolded, and still hit the head of a penny fifty yards away.” I tip my head back and laugh. “Why are you laughing? It’s true.”
    I shake my head at her, lean in, and give her a chaste kiss on the lips. “All right, Sweetheart. I’ll be back.”
    Kimber looks as if she wants to come with me, but I make her stay behind to watch over Lexi. I stoke the fire one last time, then head out.
    Once I’m far enough away from camp, I pull out my SAT phone. I take a deep breath, because I'm not looking forward to this particular call, knowing I’m going to have to fight her father tooth and nail for her.
    I don’t even think the phone rings once before Moretti is growling into the phone, literally growling. No hello, kiss my ass , but a manly growl.  
    I arch a brow and ask, “Are you done yet?”
    “Where the fuck are you guys?” he demands.
    “Safe,” I grind out, giving him the only answer he needs to know. “I’ve kept my end of the deal. I’m calling to check in like I said I would.”
    I can hear him taking a drag off a cigarette on the other end of the line to calm his nerves before he speaks. “I’m a little terrified at this point to ask questions,” he gruffly admits. I bet he has been wondering with each passing minute of each day how many times I’ve had his daughter underneath me.
    I chuckle out loud at his candidness. “Alrighty then, I’ll fill you in.”
    “I have every expectation that you will,” he says with sarcasm.
    I cut to the chase and tell him point blank, “I’m taking Lexi home with me.” The line goes eerily silent for a few beats, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve lost reception. “Are you there?”
    “Yes, I’m here,” he says, sounding vexed. “I thought I hired you to do a job, not be her damn gigolo.”
    I’m a little taken off guard - shocked might be the better word for his abrupt rudeness – but I turn around and use the same derisive tone he just used on me. “Yeah, imagine my surprise when I found out she isn’t pregnant.” Even though I knew to expect his anger, it still pisses me off. She’s an adult for fuck’s sake.
    “Excuse me?” His tone is full of riled astonishment.
    “Don’t tell me you didn’t know, Tony,” I rumble, cold and hard. “Don't insult my intelligence.”
    “Son of a bitch,” he murmurs under his breath. “I didn’t know, but I had my suspicions she wasn’t.”
    “What other suspicions do you have that you're not telling me about? Who are you getting your intel from, Vince?” Tony doesn’t respond, and I have my answer. My voice rises from contained irritation to pissed off. “Do you have any fucking idea what he’s doing to her?!”
    “Look,” he tries to reason with me, “it’s complicated. I can’t discuss this over a phone line.”  
    “So you've known what Vince has been doing to her all along?” Incredulity lines my voice. I can’t believe this bullshit. “You sorry motherfucker. Why am I not surprised you can’t tell me important intel about your daughter over the phone line? Oh, yeah, silly me,” I spit out derisively. “We wouldn't want to compromise this mission by making me privy to such pertinent information, would we? Well…anyway, you have my address. Lexi and I should be home within a couple days. I’ll send a postcard, let you know how she’s doing.”
    “Quinn, just so we're clear,” his voice is full of supremacy and hard as steel, “people don't talk to me like this and get away with it, let alone fuck with my plans. You want to question me, I will tell you the answers when and if I deem it necessary. Don't mistake my like for your being able to over-ride my authority. So I'm going to tell you one last time...”  
    “No, Tony, I'm going to tell you,” I angrily interrupt. “Not only have you held shit back from me, but you're still being elusive. I was ambushed!” I yell. “I was almost fucking shot as I stepped into the line of fire for you, for your daughter. Hell,