This time he was too furious to be either cool or logical. After living a once dangerous life and surviving with only a couple of insignificant scars to show for his efforts, how ironic to be held captive and beaten profusely just for having some extra money in the bank. If he weren't so infuriated with himself, he'd be laughing his ass off. Bastards had taken him from his bed. Thankfully he'd been alone at the time. Though if he was going to die, the memory of mind-blowing sex would've been a nice send-off. Unfortunately, if he died today, it would be with the unpleasant memory of yakking his guts up. He'd thought it was food poisoning, and while the poisoning part of it was likely correct, it hadn't been the food's fault. Someone had arranged the situation. Food poisoning and an abduction on the same night? Not bloody likely. That knowledge made him even more determined to live. Damned if the bastards would get away with it. Shifting to try to find a comfortable spot, Lucas cursed. Hell, there was no comfortable spot.
