Revenge Of The Unloved Mate

Pretty little thing

What if.... She began trembling.

"Uncle Dane?" She wheezed out, casting her eyes to the floor. She could just feel those emotionless eyes piercing into her and she already couldn't bear it.

"No." The deepest, velvety, well controlled voice came out of his mouth and enhanced her terror. "Follow me to the car."

Okay, so if he wasn't Dane Kelhart, then he had to be his right hand.

Samantha followed him to the underground parking area and awed at the black g-wagon she was going to ride in. This was clearly no ordinary chauffeur service, she thought her mother had called a cab... Who was this man? As he loaded up her suitcases, Samantha just stood awkwardly beside him until he walked up to the driver's side, opened the door and then bore his eyes into her. Samantha gulped and nervously opened the back door on his side and he made an exasperated sound and slammed it shut before she could fully open it. Before she could say a word, he grasped her wrist and dragged her to the front passenger side,, opened the door and carried her inside. Samantha nearly screamed when he lifted her up so effortlessly.

Before she could even wonder if she was being kidn*pped, he was already inside and strapping on his seatbelt. Samantha stole a brief side glance at him and her heart started racing. This strange man was so hot, like ridiculously hot, if he wasn't so intimidating and frightening, she would've been breathless and crushing on him real bad already.

"Seatbelt."His voice nearly had her jolting up.

" ohh... "Was the only sound she was capable of making. She continued to fiddle with the strap in vain until he had to lean into her and help her with it. Oh shr nearly died when his face descended upon hers! Her heart nearly burst when his warm breath lightly fanned her ear for that half- second. Then he carried on driving like nothing had happened.

Who the hell was this man? Was he sure he wasn't Dane Kelhart? If he was, then she was f****d, seriously f****d!

"I see Dane has found himself some new prey." The hot, mysterious stranger finally had an expression on his face and it wasn't a good one. That unmistakable look of devilish menace made her stomach churn wildly.

"What?" She blurted out helplessly.

"You have no idea what you're walking into, little bunny. Do you know what he does to pretty little things like you?"

Now she was exponentially scared, now her brain was beginning to fog with fear. She gulped nervously and used all her frail strength to stutter out," He- he- he's - mm- he's my uncle."

His response was a laugh unlike any other. Oh how irresistibly handsome he looked when he laughed like that, oh how abominably cruel and dangerous he looked when his eyes raked down her body like that!

Why was he laughing? Was what she said so laughable? What did that laugh mean?