All of a sudden, I got scared. The cold night air didn't alleviate the weird feeling or the fuzziness and it didn't give me my strength back. Instinctively, I knew it wasn't a member of the Hot Bunch who had me or Tex, Duke, Buddy, Ralphie, Tod or Stevie.

"Let me go," I mumbled.

"Now, Sadie, darlin', why would I do that?" Jerry replied.

Darn it all to heck.

I woke up and I was cuffed to a bed.

I didn't feel great, I didn't feel bad. I didn't feel entirely awake but whatever drug I'd been given, which made me pass out about two minutes into the ride in Jerry's BMW, had worn off.

I looked around the room and knew I was in a hotel. I could tell the sun was weak but it was coming in around the curtains and there was a light on. I looked down at myself and saw, thankfully, I still had on my jeans, wide, tan belt and cream cashmere sweater with a deep V and three-quarter sleeves. I even still had on my gold cuff at my wrist. However, my tan, peek-a-boo-toed pumps were gone, my feet bare.

The bathroom door opened and Jerry walked out.

Damn and blast.

"Does my father want to talk to me again?" I asked, my voice snotty.

He stopped at the foot of the bed and grinned. He was in a pair of well-fitting gray suit trousers with a tailored, low-sheen, soft-gray shirt, no tie, sleeves rolled up his forearms. I found myself thinking, stupidly, that he was handsome. Not Hector "Oh my God" Chavez handsome but someone at whom you'd look twice. For some reason, I thought this was a crying shame.

"No," he answered then he leaned down and his fingers curled around my ankles.

My body froze.

He pulled my ankles apart.

My body unfroze and I twisted viciously He was stronger than me, he kept me where I was with little effort, put a knee to the bed between my legs and then moved forward, planting himself on me full body except his hips and legs were between mine.

My breath suddenly coming in sharp gasps, I put my free hand to his shoulder and shoved at the same time I bucked.

He ignored this, buried his face in my neck, I opened my mouth to scream right before he said, "You make a fuckin' sound, I give the order, your Dad's breakfast gets Harvey Balducci's special sauce."

The scream died in my throat and my body went still.

I heard him laugh against my neck.

"Nice to see you cooperatin', darlin', showin' some love for your father."

You swine, I said in my head but not out loud. I couldn't speak mainly because bile had forced its way up my throat and I was worried, if I opened my mouth, I'd throw up.

His mouth was at my neck, it moved along my jaw then to my lips where he kissed me lightly.

I stayed stock-still and, when his eyes caught mine, I glared at him.

"Been waitin' for you to wake up, Sadie, this'll be so much more fun with your participation."

The bile disappeared but my heart slid up in its place and lodged in my throat.

I decided to try to talk my way out of it.

"Jerry "

One of his hands slid down my side, the other one went to my free wrist and pulled it over my head.

"I'm thinkin' I want it slow and sweet, first, then I'll do you rough and hard."

I closed my eyes tight.

Somebody, please tell me this wasn't happening.

I turned my head to the side, opened my eyes, my mind spinning from unhappy thought to unhappy thought and I saw my purse sitting on the hotel desk.

The stun gun Hector gave me was in my purse.

My heart slid back down and my breath started to come fast again.

All I had to do was get uncuffed and get to my purse. I was in a hotel, by the looks of it a nice one. There had to be tons of people around. I just had to get out and get to a phone. I'd call the Nightingale offices, tell them and they'd call the prison and they'd stop my father from having breakfast.

I looked back at Jerry. "So, I'm taking this to mean you're not pansy-assed anymore."

His eyes narrowed and his face started to turn ugly.

I laughed softly at him then I lifted my head and slid my nose along his jaw.

At this, his body went tight.

"You playin' with me?" he growled.

I felt my heart beating in my throat, my stomach clenched with nausea but I put my lips to his ear and whispered, "You want to know what it was like being Seth Townsend's daughter?" I dipped my face and used my nose again to flick his earlobe and went on, still whispering, "Under his thumb? Watched? Protected? Suffocated? His shit-hot gentleman army wandering around, I could look but I couldn't touch? Shit-hot guys like you?" I felt his body jerk then grow tighter when I put my mouth closer to his ear and talked low in my throat. "Do you know what that was like? What it was like for a girl like me? Can you imagine how I feel..." I paused for effect, waited then continued, "How I feel, now that I'm free?" My mouth moved along his cheek to his mouth, he didn't speak and our eyes locked. "Can I make a request?" I asked against his mouth. He still didn't answer so I lifted my head, pressed closer and whispered, "Let's start with hard and rough."

He stared at me, hard, trying, I guessed, to see if I was messing with his head.

I blinked slowly, not opening my eyes fully then let the corners of my lips tip up.

He watched my eyes then my mouth then he groaned and kissed me.

I guessed I had a new Sadie in me, I didn't know who she was but I hoped like hell she could get me out of this latest trauma in one piece.

I kissed him back and hated every second of it. It was nowhere near a hot, hard, urgent, fiery Hector kiss. Jerry might have been handsome but he wasn't a good kisser. His kiss made my stomach turn unpleasantly but I ignored it and pressed my body into his, curled a leg around his hip and wrapped my arm around his back.

I pulled at the other arm, the handcuff made a loud clunk and his head came up, his eyes going to my cuffed hand.

"Leave it, it's hot," I breathed and put my mouth to his neck.

His eyes flashed and he kissed me again, one of his hands went into my hair, his other hand was everywhere. I acted like I loved it, I wanted more of it, I was gagging for it.

But I hated every blooming nanosecond of it.

I grasped his shirt, yanking it out of his trousers, my hand went up his back then I engaged my nails, digging in perhaps an eensy bit harder than I needed and I pulled at my cuffed hand again so it made another clunking noise.

His mouth went to my neck and down, he muttered, "Wildcat," to my chest, my lip curled in disgust but my hand went to his side, drifting softly there then between our bodies and down his abs to the waistband of his trousers.

I pulled at my cuffed hand again and it made another clunk then I did it again and the clunk was louder.

His head came up and his hand went to his pocket.

"Fuck it," he snapped.

I felt my lungs fill with anticipatory oxygen.

"Jerry, leave it. I've never done it cuffed to a bed," I fake protested.

His eyes came to mine and his hand came out of his pocket. "I been waitin' years for this, Sadie, and now that I got it, I want you to touch me," he told me and I felt triumphant elation slide through me.

I hid it and muttered, "Whatever."

He leaned up and uncuffed me, keeping the other cuff on my wrist, he slid the key back into his pocket and his eyes came back to mine. "You're playin' a game and you think to fuck me over, you're back to bein' cuffed, I'll gag you and I don't give a fuck if you enjoy it or not."

I was a little surprised he wanted me to enjoy it at all but I shook this off, both my arms went around him, my mouth went to his, my eyes open and our gazes were locked again.

I smiled against his mouth and said, "You're a pig, Jerry."

Then I kissed him.

We went at it. There was a lot of rolling, hand action, more rolling, mouth action. I managed to evade him taking off any of my clothes (though I let him unbuckle my belt) but I got his shirt unbuttoned and used my mouth on his chest. Then, when I thought I had him, I rolled on top, straddled his hips, whipped off my sweater, exposing my lace-over-satin, blush-colored demi-bra, I pressed my hips into him and asked, "Do you have a condom?"

"Jesus," was his whispered answer, his eyes were on my breasts, his hands sliding up the skin of my sides.

When he didn't answer, I lied, "No worries, I do."

I lifted a leg, rolled off him and jumped off the bed.

I was across the room and digging through my purse when his arms came around me from behind, his hands moving across my belly and ribcage, his mouth in my neck.

I tried to stay cool, not to tense and freak out. I kept digging through my purse, trying to find the stun gun, hoping I'd get it out without him seeing it.

I found it, closed my eyes tight, took in a deep breath, relaxed back into him as my fingers curled around the stun gun.

"Never thought you'd be like this, Sadie," he said into my neck. "Thought of this a thousand fuckin' times, never thought it'd be this good."

I felt a shiver flow through me. It wasn't pleasure, it was fear mingled with repulsion mingled with something bizarrely sad. Jerry mistook its meaning and smiled in my neck.

"Jerry?" I called. His head came out of my neck, I turned my own and kissed him, pulled out the stun gun, twisted in his arms, our lips still attached, I went up on tiptoe, pressed myself against him and my arms went around him.

My thumb searched for the on button as I stuck my tongue in his mouth and tried not to gag.

I found the switch.

I flipped it on.

He deepened the kiss.

I heard the crackling.

I positioned it, pressed into his body and touched the prongs to his back.

One...

His mouth tore from mine, he went still and I kept the prongs on him.

Two...

Three.

He went down.

I bent over him and went back in, touched the prongs to him again, his body jerked and I kept it pushed in, counting to three again for good measure.

Then I pulled away and, without delay, I ran to my sweater on the floor, yanked it on, grabbed my purse, left my shoes and, not looking back, I ran to the door, threw it open, was two steps away before I was nabbed at the waist and pulled back roughly.

I let out a little surprised scream. I twisted and stilled when I saw, to my shock and horror, Glover, another of my father's henchmen.

"What the...!" he started but I still had the stun gun in my hand and it was on.

I put it to his shoulder, he tensed and I kept it there but a hand curled around my wrist, it was pulled back, Glover sagged against the wall but I didn't watch, I whirled to see who had my wrist.

It was twisted, I cried out as pain shot up my arm and dropped the stun gun, looking up, I saw Cordell, another of my father's gentleman army and he looked bizarrely confused.

Really, why, why, why was everything so fucking difficult!

"Damn and blast!" I shouted in his face.

He bent down, put a shoulder in my belly and lifted me, carrying me back into the room.

I had the sinking feeling that, at this juncture, I was majorly screwed.

Chapter Twenty-Eight.

I'm Sadie.