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She launches herself at me, knocking my gun from my hand but not before a shot fires off into the trees. As soon as my ass hits the grass, she scrambles to her feet and takes off in a sprint. With a grunt, I jump to my feet, scoop up my gun, and begin running after her.
    “Stop or I’ll shoot!” I snarl after her as I charge in her direction.
    She’s short, probably a good six inches shorter than my six-foot frame but she runs like the devil. The headlights shining on her reveal toned legs beneath a floral print dress and cowboy boots. How the fuck she’s running in boots is beyond me.
    I close in on her, my legs eating up the distance easily, and I tackle her to the dirt.
    “Ah!” she cries out the moment her face impacts the ground.
    I shove a knee against the small of her back and wrangle her squirming arms into cuffs. As soon as she’s secured, I roll her over onto her back so I can Mirandize her. “You have the right to remain—”
    She spits in my face, silencing me. “Let me go! I have to go! Now!”
    Her panicked tone sends my heart thudding in my chest. But when I push her hair out of her face and lock eyes with her dark, chocolate-colored orbs, my heart ceases to beat. Familiar rage chases away my moment of shock and I fist my hands at my sides.
    I fucking found her.
    Sweet Nadia Jayne all grown up.
    Anger consumes me and I grab her jaw with my fingers, biting into her flesh hard enough to make her yelp.
    “You’re going to jail you stupid, stupid woman. You stole the police chief’s truck,” I sneer and bare my teeth at her.
    My fingers twitch to grip her neck and choke the fucking life out of her. Fuck serve and protect. More like punish and abuse when it comes to Nadia Jayne.
    “Please,” she begs, hot tears running from her eyes. “You don’t understand. I need to get out of here.”
    I release her jaw and smirk. “You’re not going anywhere except to the station where I’ll fingerprint your ass and your rich little daddy can have fun trying to bail you out.”
    Her eyes widen in horror. “You know Donovan? Please don’t call him. I’m begging you, from one decent human being to another. He can’t know I’m here in Aspen. You don’t understand...”
    A niggling inside of me causes me to take pause. I don’t like the way she pleads with me—the way it works its way inside of me. This dumb bitch has the tongue of a goddamned serpent. She let my sister disappear and I cannot forget that.
    Ignoring her, I pull my phone out and call Logan. “You’ll never believe this,” I say with a laugh. “I’m straddling a woman who stole your truck. Donovan Jayne’s kid. Can you believe it? I’d like to see him buy his way out of—”
    “You have Nadia?” His tone is cool, not at all what I expected.
    “I have her detained on Plantation Road, by The Joint. She tried to fucking flee, Logan,” I snap, my anger returning like a storm thundering in.
    He curses into the phone. “Get her off the ground, goddammit. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
    When I hang up and shove my phone back into my pocket, I look down to find her face contorted into one of those ugly-cry expressions chicks sometimes make. It irritates me and I want to really give her something to fucking cry about. If I kicked her in the face like that prick who stole my sister did nine years ago, I wonder if she’d forget this whole scene too.
    Her supposed forgetful nature seems like such a cop-out.
    I would make sure she never forgot the way my boot felt as I crushed her skull.
    “Get up,” I snap as I rise to my feet dragging her up with me.
    She’s a fucking mess—her hair a wild entanglement of leaves and snot running from her nose all over her face.
    “What did you do?” she questions through her hiccupping sobs.
    I frown at her. “I did my job.”
    She hangs her head in defeat and stays that way until Logan’s Tahoe comes barreling down the road toward us. He screeches to a halt and climbs out. Nadia stiffens in