The scar-faced man tilted Catherine's chin up with the hilt of his knife, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Mr. Howard, this girl is stunning. Easily worth two million, at least. Since you're so rich, why don't you take her off our hands? Just cough up the money. Of course…" His grin widened obscenely. "If you don't want her, we can always entertain her ourselves."

Ryan stood frozen, his mind racing. Two million was nothing to him—he could pay it ...