Allie went back to staring out the window. Clouds were gathering across the sky, stretching out towards the mountains. She wondered what Jay was going to do to her. Despite Serena's words, she knew that Jay wasn't going to let her go unpunished. He couldn't. He was a powerful man, head of a powerful organization. He hadn't gotten to where he was by letting challenges go unanswered. Allie may be the one person in his world that held influence over him, but she would not get away with challenging his authority unscathed. Especially with a direct command. He had told her to stay away from the Eastside. She had disobeyed, knowing he would have to retaliate.She shifted in her seat and glanced sideways at him through the curtain of her long hair. He had always seemed serious to her. Beloved, yes, but always serious and commanding in every situation. Like the weight of the world was on him. Even now, when he looked grim and angry, she wanted to soothe him. Jay abruptly ended his conversatio

Finally angry, he pulled her up into the cradle of his arms and shook her, then held her tightly, both of them breathing heavily, Allie from exertion and Jay from arousal. "Stop, Allie. I will make this good for you if it kills us both. But if you don't stop fighting I'll have to tie you down. Not like Kelowna, but really tie you down, spread out and ready for my use. Is that what you want?"She thought about it for all of a second and then shook her head and whispered, "No.""Then stop fighting me every step of the way, I'm not going to hurt you more than necessary.""I'm scared," she said, her voice shaking."I know, love. I'll take care of you," he said against her hair. "Now go down on your hands and knees."He pushed her forward onto the bed and swept the rags of her clothing aside. He ran his fingers down her back and over the globes over her ass drawing shivers from her. She'd always been a little sensitive about the size of her ass given her curviness, but tried not to wor

He walked her down to the dock, chatting quietly with her the entire way about nothing in particular. He stopped once to point across the cove, as though showing her something. He instructed her to nod. Allie bit her lip and complied, holding back a rush of tears. She hoped Greg was going to be okay and that he might wake up and be able to call for help, for both their sakes. She didn't know what Hershel planned to do with her, but based on his actions so far it wasn't anything good. They made it down to the dock without drawing undue notice from the security team. Hershel stopped them in front of the Predator yacht and stepped back from Allie, giving her a friend zone amount of space. She stiffened in surprise and nearly bolted before remembering the gun. She forced herself to take a deep breath and turn to face Hershel, dropping her arms stiffly at her side."Good girl," he said coldly. "Now cross your arms in front of you, like you're keeping warm from the breeze and smile at me

"Get up, bitch."Allie blinked in the harsh sunlight and moaned in pain as her arm was taken in a tight grip and she was jerked upright. She stumbled against someone. The world tilted and spun around her, nausea threatening to overwhelm her. Allie lifted a hand to her throbbing temple and groaned as her fingers brushed against tender skin. Vomit rushed up her throat and she dropped to her knees and heaved on the the deck of the yacht.Someone swore viciously and quickly stepped away from her, out of the path of her regurgitated breakfast. Intense pain ripped through Allie's skull and she realized right away that she must have a concussion from the blow to her temple. She huddled against the side of the yacht, dropped her head onto her knees and wrapped her arms protectively around her head. She hoped desperately that the punch hadn't done permanent damage."Yídòng tā. Right fucking now," someone close by snarled.Hard hands wrapped around Allie's waist and dragged her to her feet.

6 Weeks LaterJay paced the pool deck from end to end, going over all of his reasons for confining Allie. The risk to her was too great if she were allowed the freedom to resume the things she enjoyed. Because the things Allie enjoyed tended to mean throwing herself headfirst into situations that could too easily get her into trouble. But that was part of what made Allie who she was. The woman he loved.Jay had been pacing indoors, but the confining space had caused his claustrophobia to well up too close to the surface. He'd thrown the French doors open and resumed his brooding outdoors, under the amused speculation of his security team."I should've gone with her," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.But she hadn't wanted him to. She'd asked him to stay home and wait for her. To trust her to know what she was doing. Fuck that. The second she walked in the door, he was chaining her to their bed, imprinting himself on every inch of her body and never letting her leave his