Mine To Have (Mine - Romantic Suspense Book 5)

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best-selling author Cynthia Eden continues her sexy “Mine” romantic suspense series with…MINE TO HAVE.

Is he a hero…or the villain?

When Elizabeth Ward sees Saxon Black rushing into the backroom of The Blade—a low end bar in Miami—she isn’t sure if he’s there to save the day…or just to raise some hell.  But she’s being held hostage, and he’s her best hope of survival.  Within minutes, she’s away from the jerks with the guns and riding fast and hard on the back of Saxon’s motorcycle.

Death stalks them.

Saxon has been working undercover for far too long. When he finds sexy Elizabeth—with a gun to her head—he knows he will do anything to keep her safe.  But once he gets her away from her abductors, the threat to her isn’t over.  Someone has put a price on Elizabeth’s head, and if Saxon can’t keep her safe from the danger stalking her, then she’ll be dead.

Their lives are both on the line.

As their enemies close in, Elizabeth and Saxon must go on the run.  And the longer they are together, the hotter their attraction for one another seems to burn.  Saxon vows not to let anyone hurt her, no matter what he has to do, because he’s falling fast for Elizabeth. He’ll stop the killers on her trail, and then he’ll have her.  Forever.

By Cynthia Eden

This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real people, places, or events are not intentional and are purely the result of coincidence. The characters, places, and events in this story are fictional.

Copyright ©2014 by Cindy Roussos

Cover art and design by: Pickyme/Patricia Schmitt

Copy-editing by: JRT Editing

Table of Contents

• Title/Copyright Page
  

Mine To Have

• Chapter One
  
• Chapter Two
  
• Chapter Three
  
• Chapter Four
  
• Chapter Five
  
• Chapter Six
  
• Chapter Seven
  
• Chapter Eight
  
• Chapter Nine
  
• Chapter Ten
  
• Chapter Eleven
  
• Chapter Twelve
  
• Chapter Thirteen
  
• Chapter Fourteen
  
• Chapter Fifteen
  
• Chapter Sixteen
  
• Chapter Seventeen
  
• Epilogue
  

Author’s Note

Mine Blurbs

About The Author

Chapter One

Saxon Black walked into the bar as if he owned the place. He’d learned long ago never to show weakness—weakness only brought a guy trouble—so he sauntered right into that pit of hell with a broad smile on his face and with his hands clenched into battle ready fists.

This is the last damn job I take. The last one. I don’t care what Vic says.

There hadn’t been time for a full briefing on this mission. He’d been in the area, positioned perfectly, and he’d been told to move into The Blade right fucking then.

The bar was filled with a mixed crowd—bikers and wanna-be bikers. Men covered in tats and women in sexy leather.  Others were there, folks flashing cash, men in clothes that cost far too much money.  He strode past them all, not even pausing as his gaze swept that crowd. When someone got in his way, he just
moved
that someone out of his path. Not too gently.

His gaze found the door marked PRIVATE. A guard was there, body too tight and with what Saxon knew was a gun tucked under his jacket.  Hardening his jaw, Saxon headed right for the guy.

The fellow’s hand slammed down on Saxon’s chest. “We got a private meeting in there!” he barked.  “So back the hell off!”

Saxon smiled as he glanced down at the guy’s hand.  The man had made a mistake. He’d reached out and grabbed Saxon with his right hand.  That was obviously the guy’s dominant hand, so he wouldn’t be able to pull the gun as quickly with his left.

“Obviously,” Saxon muttered as his hand flew up and he caught the man’s wrist, “you don’t know who I am.” 
A man with an image to maintain
.  He twisted the jerk’s wrist, didn’t break it, not yet, but the guard howled and dropped to the floor.

Easy enough. The bigger they are, the easier they fall.

Now that the guard was out of the way, Saxon kicked in the door.

A lot of things happened at once then—and he’d sure as hell not been expecting any of them.

A woman screamed when she saw him. A woman with deep green eyes and terror stamped on a beautiful face that should never show fear.  She was tied in a chair, the ropes tight around her, and a gun was pressed to her temple.

The hell, no.

A man charged at Saxon. An idiot with big fists who didn’t know how to deliver a punch to take down his enemy.  Saxon dodged his blows and drove his own fist into the guy’s jaw. The man’s grunt was drowned out by the woman’s scream. Saxon took a fast, lunging step toward her.

“Saxon.”
His name was snarled. Snarled by the bastard holding the gun on the pretty blonde.  “You need to walk away. This doesn’t concern you.”

Ah, but sadly, it did.

No one else had come charging into the room, even though he knew the folks behind him must have heard the blonde’s scream. The people in The Blade weren’t exactly big on helping. Neither was he. Not generally, but this was one of those
special
situations.
 I’ve got to follow Vic’s orders.

“Please,” she said, and when his gaze returned to her face, he saw tears glistening in her eyes. Such insanely deep eyes. “Th-there’s been a mistake. Help me.”

He didn’t like seeing that gun at her head. And he sure as shit didn’t like the bruise that slid over one high cheekbone.

The fool on the floor—really, one punch had taken down the guy—was trying to rise. Two more men were behind the idiot with the gun.

“Walk away,” the idiot said—Saxon recognized the guy as Kurt Taggert. A real piece of work. A man who would do anything, if the price was right.  But his specialty—his specialty was murder.  If you wanted someone eliminated, then the word on the street said to hire Taggert.

Saxon rolled back his shoulders and turned for the door. Only instead of walking through it and heading back out into the bar, he slammed the door. Hard.  He’d broken the lock when he kicked the door in, so there was no way to secure the room. He’d have to make sure that he stayed alert for all attacks.  After a brief moment, Saxon turned back to the little group. No one had moved. The blonde still looked terrified.

His gaze swept over her, slowly.  She was wearing a skirt, one that revealed long and perfect legs.  Her feet were bare, so he could see the red on her toe nails.  Cute fucking feet, too.  He sighed. His gaze drifted back up her body—nice breasts, round, high. Probably would fit great in his hands and—

“What the hell are you doing?” Kurt demanded. “I told you to get out!”

“I like her.”  The words were growled. Low.

And they made fresh fear appear in the blonde’s green eyes.

“Too bad,” Kurt told him, with a hard shake of his head. “She’s not yours.”

Ah, but she would be. “How much do you want?” Saxon asked him.

Another tear rolled down her cheek. He really didn’t like that shit. Saxon had a rule about women crying—they fucking shouldn’t. At least, not around him.

Kurt jerked the gun away from the woman’s face and aimed it at Saxon. Kurt’s goons moved forward, as if that had been a signal they were waiting to get from their boss. “She’s not for sale,” Kurt said flatly.

“Sure, she is. Everyone has a price.” A lesson he’d learned early in life. Saxon kept his body loose and ready for an attack. “How much for an hour with her?”

The blonde’s mouth dropped open. Then she screamed. Loud, ear-piercing.

The gun was heading back toward her head. Saxon was afraid that Kurt was going to hit her with it, or, much worse, just shoot her right there. So he lunged forward and put his hand over her mouth.  “Screaming can come later, baby,” he told her.

Her gaze—terrified, stark—met his.

He smiled at her. Unfortunately, he knew the sight wouldn’t exactly be reassuring.

Kurt shoved the gun against  Saxon’s chest.  “I don’t care who you are,” Kurt told him. “I don’t care if the others jump when you appear, I don’t give a shit about—”

“You’re just going to kill her.”

She shuddered in the chair.

“That’s what you do, right, Kurt? If the money’s right, you take the hit. Just like you did on Jenny Long.”  He threw that name out deliberately.

Kurt laughed, and his face—thin, a bit rat-like, gleamed for a moment with pleasure. “The money was very right with her. Freaking FBI turncoat. She deserved all the pain I gave her.”

No, she hadn’t.  Jenny had been a good woman and a standout FBI agent. Saxon’s back teeth  ground together. “I only want an hour, then you can have her back.”   Lies and truth didn’t matter to Saxon. They couldn’t. Not in the world he lived in.

“She’s got to suffer,” Kurt said, as if that should be obvious. “Her pain is part of the deal.”  The gun was still pressed to Saxon’s chest. An annoyance.  One that Kurt would regret.

Saxon looked down at the gun. “How much were you paid for her?”

“Ten thousand.”

The woman was trying to talk behind Saxon’s hand.  Muttering frantically.

“And unless you’re going to give me ten grand for that hour with her—then you need to get the hell out of here. Because I’m supposed to be dumping her body in forty-five minutes.”

Her muttering stopped.

Saxon sighed. “It just couldn’t be easy…”

“What?” Kurt demanded.

“My night.”  Then Saxon grabbed the gun, he jerked it right out of Kurt’s grip because the idiot hadn’t been expecting him to attack.  Saxon drove his elbow into Kurt’s face and heard the bones crack as the guy’s nose broke. The goons in the back lunged forward. They were drawing their own weapons.

Saxon shot them.  He didn’t kill them, because killing hadn’t been on his agenda, not that night anyway.  But the men went down, groaning in pain.

The guy he’d taken down when he first came  into the room—that guy tried to play hero again.  He tackled Saxon, sending them both to the floor. Only Saxon was stronger in that little fight, and a fast slam had the guy’s head hitting the rough cement that served as the floor, and the guy didn’t bounce back to his feet.

Kurt rushed out the door.  The coward had let his men fight while he ran. Now Kurt probably thought he’d get more backup from the others in The Blade.  And if the guy brought more folks in there, Saxon would have to keep fighting. “I don’t have time for this shit,” Saxon muttered.

He pulled his knife from the sheath around his left ankle. Then he headed toward the blonde. He hadn’t thought it would be possible for her eyes to get any bigger, but they were huge right then.

“Please, don’t…there has to be a mistake! I—
ahh!”

The knife sliced through her ropes and her scream cut off.

He hauled her up and onto her feet. “Here’s how this is going down, sweetheart.”

She was staring at him in shock. Right, like women hadn’t done that before.  But then she gave a hard shake of her head. “I’m…Elizabeth. Elizabeth Ward. I need—”

He waved that away. They could talk about needs later. Right now, it was ass-hauling time. “We’re going out the back. You’re not going to scream. You’re not going to fight me. Because if you do either of those things, you’ll be dead.”

Her lips were full, plump, and currently trembling. “Y-you’ll kill me?”

He grabbed her arm and ran for the back door.  “Have you realized it yet? I’m your hero.  The only guy who can keep you alive.” He shoved open that door, and they ran into the back alley. It was pitch black out there because it was a cloudy night and they had no stars or moonlight to spill down on them.

Voices shouted behind him.
Uh, oh.
He glanced back. Kurt had come with his reinforcements. “Should have given me my hour,” Saxon called out to the prick. “So now…I’ll just take more.”