prove human trafficking. The apartment is handy for prostitution, under the guise of a massage parlor, as well as meetings with those looking for free illegal labor. Maybe the boy’s mother can give you some info that would help with the case.”
“I’ll see if she wants to talk about him, but I’m not going to badger her. She came to the shelter for rest and protection. I won’t cause her more distress.”
Mike smiled at the protective tone of Melissa’s voice. “I won’t ask you to. If she closes up, let it go. We’ll find some other way to arrest these guys.”
Anger and determination made his blood boil. The thought of Melissa being hurt by Tito and his gang tempted the dangerous side of Mike with the urge to tear their throats out.
Melissa was the most beautiful, generous woman he’d ever known. Her dark hair fell in waves around her delicate face. He pushed a tendril back as he gazed into her blue eyes.
Her familiar, sweet scent tempted the primal force raging through his veins. He must control it now and always. She would run from him if she knew he was more than human.
The drive to mate with Melissa grew stronger. His cock rose higher with his need for her. She’d been his close friend since high school. He wished she could love him forever. He ached to make her his woman, to make love to her, thrust deep, again and again. Become one with her.
If she knew what he was capable of, he doubted she’d be sitting beside him now. Melissa was the only woman he would ever love. He loved her so much it hurt deep in his chest. He feared he was destined to live alone. Now and always.
In the meantime, he’d protect her with his life. Tito’s gang didn’t stand a chance against him if it came to physical violence. The problem was to keep Melissa safe from them when she was alone and vulnerable. He could have lost her tonight. Thank God he’d driven right behind her.
Knowing her spirit and determination, she wouldn’t want a full time bodyguard hanging around. He’d keep a close eye on her, and if he had to be somewhere for a business meeting, he’d ask Derek or Juan to take over.
If she refused to be his life mate, Mike intended to keep her safe,wherever she was. How would he tell her what he’d become?
* * * *
Melissa took another sip of wine. It warmed her insides but couldn’t stop the shudders that shook her at the memory of those thugs manhandling her. What if Mike hadn’t been there? She rested her head on his broad shoulder, so thankful he’d come to her rescue.
His warm palm smoothed up and down her arm.
“If you hadn’t stopped him tonight, would Tito have sold me for a prostitute?”
“Don’t think about what might have happened. The fact is we chased Tito and his friends off.”
Melissa turned to gaze at Mike. She studied his confident expression. His sexy, midnight-black hair needed combing after his lightning-fast action to save her. She wanted to delve her fingers through those strands. His white, westernstyle cotton shirt accentuated his broad shoulders.
He finished off his wine in one long swallow. She took another sip of her own and put their glasses on the coffee table. Her hands trembled, and the glasses clinked together.
Mike pulled her back against his side. The touch of his firm hands at her waist caused a physical need to ache inside her.
She shivered, the sensation of his caress soothing the shock of being bruised by those hoodlums. “I wish I’d punched those guys for taking hold of me. I fought them as hard as I could. I thought if I could get loose, I’d grab my cell and call the police. I should’ve kicked harder.”
“I know you wanted to.” His deep baritone voice sounded soft as velvet. He took her hand in his.
Melissa felt angry tears burn her eyes. “I wish I had more courage. I was afraid for you when you came to help me. What if they’d had knives? I couldn’t stand it if they’d hurt you.”
“Don’t worry. They wouldn’t stand a
“I’ll see if she wants to talk about him, but I’m not going to badger her. She came to the shelter for rest and protection. I won’t cause her more distress.”
Mike smiled at the protective tone of Melissa’s voice. “I won’t ask you to. If she closes up, let it go. We’ll find some other way to arrest these guys.”
Anger and determination made his blood boil. The thought of Melissa being hurt by Tito and his gang tempted the dangerous side of Mike with the urge to tear their throats out.
Melissa was the most beautiful, generous woman he’d ever known. Her dark hair fell in waves around her delicate face. He pushed a tendril back as he gazed into her blue eyes.
Her familiar, sweet scent tempted the primal force raging through his veins. He must control it now and always. She would run from him if she knew he was more than human.
The drive to mate with Melissa grew stronger. His cock rose higher with his need for her. She’d been his close friend since high school. He wished she could love him forever. He ached to make her his woman, to make love to her, thrust deep, again and again. Become one with her.
If she knew what he was capable of, he doubted she’d be sitting beside him now. Melissa was the only woman he would ever love. He loved her so much it hurt deep in his chest. He feared he was destined to live alone. Now and always.
In the meantime, he’d protect her with his life. Tito’s gang didn’t stand a chance against him if it came to physical violence. The problem was to keep Melissa safe from them when she was alone and vulnerable. He could have lost her tonight. Thank God he’d driven right behind her.
Knowing her spirit and determination, she wouldn’t want a full time bodyguard hanging around. He’d keep a close eye on her, and if he had to be somewhere for a business meeting, he’d ask Derek or Juan to take over.
If she refused to be his life mate, Mike intended to keep her safe,wherever she was. How would he tell her what he’d become?
* * * *
Melissa took another sip of wine. It warmed her insides but couldn’t stop the shudders that shook her at the memory of those thugs manhandling her. What if Mike hadn’t been there? She rested her head on his broad shoulder, so thankful he’d come to her rescue.
His warm palm smoothed up and down her arm.
“If you hadn’t stopped him tonight, would Tito have sold me for a prostitute?”
“Don’t think about what might have happened. The fact is we chased Tito and his friends off.”
Melissa turned to gaze at Mike. She studied his confident expression. His sexy, midnight-black hair needed combing after his lightning-fast action to save her. She wanted to delve her fingers through those strands. His white, westernstyle cotton shirt accentuated his broad shoulders.
He finished off his wine in one long swallow. She took another sip of her own and put their glasses on the coffee table. Her hands trembled, and the glasses clinked together.
Mike pulled her back against his side. The touch of his firm hands at her waist caused a physical need to ache inside her.
She shivered, the sensation of his caress soothing the shock of being bruised by those hoodlums. “I wish I’d punched those guys for taking hold of me. I fought them as hard as I could. I thought if I could get loose, I’d grab my cell and call the police. I should’ve kicked harder.”
“I know you wanted to.” His deep baritone voice sounded soft as velvet. He took her hand in his.
Melissa felt angry tears burn her eyes. “I wish I had more courage. I was afraid for you when you came to help me. What if they’d had knives? I couldn’t stand it if they’d hurt you.”
“Don’t worry. They wouldn’t stand a
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