The ride home was icily silent. Vlad allowed her to brood without comment or touch. Though she had been a cop for ten years, she wasn't used to seeing such brutality from a person with whom she was emotionally involved. Jane stifled a bitter laugh. She never got emotionally involved with anyone, so her entire f****d up relationship with Vladimir Sitnikov was a novelty. If pressed, she couldn't even begin to describe her own feelings toward the tall, dark mob boss. Fear. Lust. Hate.
"Is this why you didn't just take me when you had the chance? You wanted me to find out about my former employers? All those months ago, I practically dared you to f**k me on your doorstep. You wanted me to know he was in your pocket, but you didn't want to be the one to tell me." Her voice wavered with pain
