The driver's seat slammed hard against Sara's head as Bentley's enormous body dropped into the chair. He pulled down the hood of his sweatshirt.

She put her hands over her nose and mouth to keep from making a sound. Though she really wanted to start screaming.

What did you do? WHAT DID YOU DO? she thought wildly. This was it. This was how she'd die, she decided. If he didn't actually rip her soul from her body first, he'd definitely put her in the C category and move on.

Sara tried not to cry at her stupidity. But it was no use now. She was a hiding coward. She should have stayed where she was and faced him.

Still, it was HIS car that had practically kidnapped her in the first place! She was innocent.

Bentley rolled down his window.

She heard him yell out to someone.

"My nose stopped bleeding, Akio. You got me good!"

An older man with a Japanese accent chuckled. "I think you broke my shoulder again, Mr. Prince."

Bentley's bell-like laugh filled the car. "Nothing that you can't mend, friend."

"You've got the chokehold down pact now," the man named Akio said. "Try not to kill anybody when you use it."

Sara blinked rapidly. Did that nice-sounding man have to give Bentley ideas? She'd be his first victim for sure.

"I'll keep that in mind," Bentley told him.

The man cleared his throat as if he didn't believe him. "Krav Maga, as you well know, is only used in life or death scenarios. Martial arts is a power. Do not abuse it."

"Of course, sir," Bentley said. He buckled his seatbelt.

"Great. Now enjoy your time in Miami with your lady friend," Akio called.

Bentley sounded like he had waved as he now pressed the button to roll the window back up.

The engine burst to life. Rock music pumped through the car.

Sara silently thanked the rock stars for blessing her at that moment. There was no way Bentley would ever hear her over that racket.

The car sped swiftly over the road.

Sara could feel how fast they were going now that she wasn't buckled safely in a chair. It felt like well over a hundred miles per hour. And she knew he didn't stop for any red lights.

"Bad Boy. The ladies loved me today," Bentley said aloud.

Sara tried to put her fingers in her ears. She didn't want to accidentally overhear something she was sure she'd regret.

"All those skirts, man. Can't get enough," he continued.

Sara really started to sweat now. She willed him with all of her might to change the subject away from girls.

The car's electronic voice spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that things are still the same."

Bentley was quiet, although the music thundered loudly around Sara's head, which was situated much too closely to the backseat speaker.

Finally, he sighed. "You know me too well. Yeah, she's STILL a PILL."

Sara couldn't be sure if he was referring to her or to Ella. Or possibly another one of his fifty ladies in his constantly rotating lineup.

"Plane's juiced up. It'll be an early start for us tomorrow," Bentley said.

"Very good, Mr. Prince," the sports car's electronic voice said.

Bentley groaned. "Crap, my nose is bleeding again. Akio really hit me hard. Those Krav Maga moves are starting to take a toll."

To Sara's horror, Bentley reached a hand into the backseat.