Free His Captive Bride by Suzanne Steele

control’ to deal with this situation. Crossing Drake was one of the dumbest things that Rico could have done.
    There were very few people that Antonio respected, much less feared, but Drake was one of those people.
     
                                                                             
     
     
                                                                             
     
     

    Drake
                 “I don’t feel good about this Drake. This guy sounds crazy.”
    “He is crazy! That is why I need to meet with him. When Antonio Wayne asks for a meeting—well—let’s just say that it is an offer that you can’t refuse”
    “This is a whole different level, Drake. The guy is a Colombian gangster.”
    “A Colombian gangster with all of the right connections, Mandy.”
    “Take me with you, Drake.” Mandy began talking faster in order to persuade him. “I don’t want you going to a strip club alone.”
    Drake’s first knee jerk response was to say, “Hell no,” but it might not be such a bad idea. If Antonio Wayne wanted him dead, he would already be dead. A woman that represented family might soften Antonio’s disposition, though Drake hardly doubted it, because Antonio Wayne had a reputation for being one of the coldest players around. He ran his business with an iron fist and a cold heart, yes, Mandy was right, the bar had been raised, because dealing with the Colombians was a ‘whole different level.’
    Drake could only hope that this whole incident was not going to be blown out of proportion and put him and his family in danger.
    Damn it, Mandy, why did you have to go back down there after I ask you not to?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

    Antonio Wayne
              Antonio Wayne cracked the whip in the large open room where he enjoyed coming to play.
                  It had been a stressful day and he needed to let off some steam. He turned and eyed the woman who hung with her arms over her head by a chain and popped the whip against the wall once again.
    Tears ran down her face and the cleave gag made it impossible for anything but muffled pleading to escape her lips. To put it simply , Antonio Wayne had a tad bit of a ‘sadistic streak’ and the tears along with the pleading in the woman’s eyes only served to sexually excite him.
    He had no intention of hitting her with the whip, but watching her squirm sure was fun. He dropped the whip and made his way over roughly grabbing her chin between his thumb and fore finger , “I don’t trust you bitch! I can see it in your eyes,” he raised an eyebrow and faked a southern drawl, “You got leaving on your mind. Don’t underestimate me, ever, my business is women and I am very good at what I do.”
      The woman frantically shook her head yes as her eyes widened in terror. Pissing Antonio off was not a smart thing to do; leaving would have to wait…
                                                                      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                                      
     
     
     

    Drake & Mandissa
     
                “The way that I see it Drake is that this does not have to be a bad thing. I respect you. You have always done great work making my women look beautiful with your photography.”
    “That is not a hard thing to do Antonio. You have some of the most beautiful women in the world working for you.”
    Mandissa sharply kicked Drake’s lower leg beneath the table and though she knew that it had to hurt, his expression never showed it. Drake was the best of the best when it came to a ‘poker face.’
    If you let this incident go, then I will make sure that Rico is