F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, he had her. And he could not stop her now; it would look suspicious if he suddenly could change the rule after he told her it was impossible.

Plus, even if he did and it worked, it still would deter his plans; too many variables.

It could be problematic if he allowed a few in and a few to stay outside.

God d@mn it. He was so close, his muscles flexed, and the veins in his neck poked out. All he wanted to do was get her alone, drug her, and slip her out the back; for f*cks sake, it was the best plan, and yet it...