◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆
The guard carried Melinda over his shoulder like a sack of prize meat, her bare breasts bouncing painfully against his back with every step. She kicked and screamed, but his arm clamped around her thighs like iron. Eventually they reached the underground garage, and he dumped her unceremoniously into the back of a sleek black limousine. The door slammed shut. She was alone for only a heartbeat before it opened again.
George Valenti slid inside with the lazy grace of a panther. He wore the same black suit, tie loosened now, the top two buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of tanned, muscled chest dusted with dark hair. Behind him came two women — both stunning, both dressed in barely-there scraps of silk and lace that left nothing to the imaginatio
