The Hunter

by Gennita Low

  Gennita Low

  THE HUNTER

  To Mother and Father,

  to my Stash, the true one among the decoys,

  and Mike, my Ranger Buddy,

  the ultimate warrior.

  Special hugs to Melinda Hutchenberger.

  Contents

  1

  Hrana. A zena.

  2

  Ubijati. To kill. Or not.

  3

  Bradford Sun unclipped his official badge as he exited the…

  4

  “That went quite well,” Amber said, after loading up the…

  5

  “Dobro. Call me back when the shipment arrives. I’m counting…

  6

  Hawk looked out of the window as the car sped…

  7

  Brad poured himself another cup of coffee. Like everything else…

  8

  Hawk thumbed through the tourist brochures Dilaver had given to…

  9

  Amber was surprised at how well she and Hawk worked…

  10

  Veza. Every country has a form of exploiting connections, and…

  11

  Lily was surprised. She didn’t think Amber had the balls…

  12

  Amber smacked the dough on the table with the palm…

  13

  A thousand excuses to say no melted in the heat…

  14

  Hawk had never, in all his life, slept with another…

  15

  “My end’s secure. Twice in one week. Must be urgent,…

  16

  Hawk anticipated there would be an argument afterward. He had…

  17

  Lily crushed the half-smoked cigarette, leaning back against the windshield…

  18

  Amber smiled as she combed her hair. The image in…

  19

  Hawk coughed, or tried to. His lungs still burned like…

  20

  Amber looked at the pile of clothing on her bed.

  21

  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything here,” Lily said,…

  22

  Hawk heard the thumps first, then the voices. He limped…

  23

  The voices sounded distorted, as if he were underwater. Hawk…

  24

  “I know you can hear me, Amber,” the voice whispered…

  25

  Amber looked up eagerly as the door opened. Her nurse…

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by Gennita Low

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  1

  Velesta, Macedonia

  Hrana. A zena.

  There were two universal truths when it came to man and his manhood. Both had to do with hunger. And when a man was hungry for both food and woman, he tended to expend a lot of energy in search of getting what he needed. Not just any kind of food. Or woman.

  Ja sam gladna.

  Hawk opened his eyes. Meditation worked. But not when one was hungry.

  He had discovered that he enjoyed meditating—it slowed the heart down and helped to put things into perspective. And allowed him to keep his cool while living against his code of values for two months. Of course, knowing that any slight betrayal of the truth would put a bullet in his head helped the transition.

  But still, his lessons in meditation had pulled him through a few tough moments. He had seen his share of horror in his time—in bloody battles and their aftermath—but he had always been on the “good” side, if one could call war good. This time, he had to play a part, and he had to watch the horror and filth of crimes being committed in front of him without being able to do anything about them. He couldn’t stop them…and it sickened him at night when he lay in bed, with images of girls being raped and used like toilet paper.

  He couldn’t stop them. And so he had used his new training—meditation. For the first time in his life as a SEAL, he had to start learning a new weapon that had nothing to do with aiming and shooting.

  But Hawk was hungry. He wanted real food. A big thick hamburger dripping with juice, everything on top, the kind that squished out in a mess when one had his mouth around it. He didn’t want the generic Mickey D’s that were in every corner of the world, with their cardboard taste and thin meat patties. He wanted the real thing, down-home cooking, grilled to perfection the way only a man knew how. Good old American hrana.

  So far, there was none in Velesta, Macedonia.

  And he wanted a real woman. Not these half-pints parading in front of grown men in darkened kafenas—or “fashion houses”—as they were called here. Not females with brutalized eyes that looked older than their real age.

  He hungered for a real woman who hadn’t been shared by a dozen men a night, who hadn’t been kidnapped or tricked into slavery, and who wasn’t looking for a husband to get out of her situation. So far, in the limited world he had been shuffled through in this, the most notorious crime city in Europe, there were none.

  Hawk uncurled from the lotus position. He stretched his legs, scooting forward on the soft featherbed until his feet found the thinly carpeted floor. He got up and strode to the huge antique window, unconcerned that anyone would glance up and see his naked form looking down on them. It was snowing outside. Who would be out there in this weather?

  And who would be thinking of hot hamburger meat on a grill? He gave a short bark of laughter. He was used to the harshest of conditions under which to operate. His training had assured him of that. He’d gone from extreme heat to this early winter clime in a space of a few months; he missed the sticky sweaty conditions of jungle warfare, but he’d anticipated the change of venue to Velesta, and he had been mentally prepared.

  Tough SEAL. Top covert operative. The local kingpin’s newest best friend. Money, drugs, and women handed to him on a platter. And all he really wanted right now was a thick flavorful piece of ground beef between a sesame bun. And a real woman. He laughed again. He was getting a hard-on while thinking about meat. Pathetic.

  He looked outside at the first snowstorm of the year. The snow was falling down fast and silently. An early surprise to even the locals. The weather forecasters had made jokes about global warming on the news tonight, saying that God and scientists had forgotten about Macedonia. His lips twisted. They didn’t know how close to the truth they were.

  If there were different levels of hell, he was in one of the hidden ones. He preferred the war zone to this—a place where the devils were running the show and appeared to be winning. At least from where he stood.

  A whoosh and a thud. Hawk turned quickly, sidestepping the shadowy figure’s attack. He swung up, jamming the opponent’s hand against the wall. The intruder was wearing black and the material felt cold and damp, indicating that he had come from outside.

  Surprisingly nimble, his attacker dodged Hawk’s other hand, countering with a kick aimed for his privates. Hawk twisted, but he didn’t release the captive hand, even when the kick connected with the side of his thigh. He yanked the arm hard, swung the attacker’s body over his shoulder onto the floor, trapping him beneath his own body.

  A sharp stabbing pain hit Hawk on the chest. He grunted, reaching up with his free hand to pull the weapon out. It was a hypodermic needle; he could feel the drug’s immediate effect even as he grasped the stranger’s wrist, bending it back. A pair of legs wrapped around his waist like a steel vise, stopping him from pulling away from the needle. Ignoring the floating sensation rising like thick fog, Hawk tried to press down on the nerve in the wrist, but the other man held on to the needle determinedly, pushing in the plunger. Hawk released the imprisoned hand and reached for the man’s throat. Break his neck. That was his…only…hope…
.

  Amber opened her mouth and immediately tasted warm male flesh. Her face was buried against the man’s neck and every breath she took in emphasized his clean scent, slightly tinged with cologne. She finally turned her head with some difficulty, feeling the scrape of stubble against her cheek.

  God, he was a heavy guy. And…She moved her hand experimentally, then closed her eyes in disbelief. And naked.

  “Shit,” she announced softly.

  “I won the bet. Told you he wouldn’t be easy to take down.” Her friend’s voice, far above in the darkness, was wry and amused.

  “I took him down, didn’t I?” Amber retorted, her voice strained. The man’s dead weight made it hard to breathe as she squirmed beneath, trying to free herself. She almost yelped when her lower body connected with something…no, she didn’t want to think about that. Trust a stupid American to walk around naked in this weather. Why hadn’t that crossed her mind?

  “Need some help?”

  “No!” Her reply was quick and breathless. Not if she could help it. No need to let her friend know that she was trapped underneath a naked man. Especially when her legs were still wrapped around his waist in a rather compromising position. She released them quickly, but that didn’t solve the problem that he was still very much on top of her, still very much touching her everywhere.

  She pulled at one numbed hand trapped between them and was astonished to find him tightly holding on to it in his drugged state. She already knew where her other hand was and would rather not move it around too much. Damn it. She was going to have to get Llallana to help her.

  “You’re taking too damn long,” Llallana said. She sounded closer. Amber moved her head and saw her friend standing nearby. It was too dark to see her face, but the welling of amusement was very evident in Llallana’s voice. “My, oh my, do you look comfy.”

  “Oh, shut up. Help me move him.”

  “Thought you didn’t need help,” Llallana snickered.

  “Okay, I lied. Happy now?”

  “Hmm.” Her friend crouched down. “Here, I’ll pull at the legs while you scoot upward, okay?”

  “’Kay.” Amber arched her back as Llallana pulled, and smothered a shriek.

  Llallana stopped. “What’s the matter?”

  “Uh. Nothing. Can we…umm…turn him over instead?” She was not going to go into details about why sliding upward while arching her back was a problem.

  There was a short pause. Llallana started to chuckle. “Oh my. Oh shit, I’m going to burst out laughing and get someone in here for sure.”

  Amber glared into the dark shadows of her friend’s face. “Don’t you dare laugh.”

  “Not here,” her friend agreed, her chuckling barely contained. “It isn’t time for us to die yet. But you can at least share with me how big he feels.”

  That was one detail Amber was definitely not going to share. The man might be out like a light, but she could feel him through the thin stretched material of her cat-burglar outfit, and to make it worse, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. At the moment, he felt big and heavy against a part of her that was wide open because of her spread legs, and when she had arched upward just now…that was when she had almost shrieked. She had felt the tip of his penis pushing against the soft material. That was too damn close.

  When her friend still didn’t move, Amber demanded, “Are you going to help or not? What the hell are you doing?”

  “I’m patting his butt. He’s got…wow…a nice butt.”

  Amber released a sigh of impatience. “Lily, if he wakes up now, what do you think will happen to us?”

  “Nah, he’s out for a good two hours if you used the entire dose. If not, I have another needle right here. And his butt is nicely exposed. Wow, I like the feel of his back.”

  “Will you stop?” Amber said through clenched teeth. “We came here to check out how good an operative he is, not how nice his bod is.”

  “Well, he was pretty good, from my angle. So you’re wrong about him being just another pretty face. He would have gotten you if not for the drug.”

  “I still won. He’s down like a sack of potatoes and…Lily…will you please do something?” She was beginning to panic that her friend might leave her here. Llallana had a dark sense of humor and just might think it humorous enough, in spite of the danger of discovery.

  To her relief, she felt the weight on top of her shifting as her friend began to push and roll the body over. She helped as much as she could, using her one hand to press against the bare hard wall of his pecs. He moved a few inches and she found her face tucked against his chest. God, the man was hot all…over. She swallowed a curse. There was no getting around it; she had to arch up.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing,” Amber muttered against heated skin. She braced her legs on the floor and pushed up, trying to ignore how a certain big part of the male anatomy was grinding against her, at the moment, very sensitive nether region. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She gasped out, “You aren’t really helping, are you?”

  “I am, too. He’s just a solid guy, Amber. Push some more so I can get some leverage.”

  Easy for her to ask. She didn’t have a penis almost penetrating the crotch of her pants. Amber gave a sigh of frustration, took a deep breath, and pushed up with her legs as hard as she could. Her eyes almost crossed at the hard and intimate contact happening between her legs. She was supposed to be the assailant, so how come she felt like she was being attacked right now?

  “I cannot believe this is happening,” she repeated out loud. As the body on top of her slowly turned over, she felt his hold on her hand tightening and gasped as she followed the rolling momentum.

  “Oooooomph. He’s heavy. What’s wrong now?”

  “He’s holding my hand and not letting go.”

  “Really?” A small narrow light appeared from the slim flashlight in Llallana’s hand. “He’s determined to hold on to you even in his drug-addled state…how interesting.” The light moved slowly down the length of the exposed body. “Oh my.”

  “Lily!”

  “Check that out, Amber. No wonder you made all that noise. He’s…ummm…happy.”

  “Damn it, stop taking liberties like that. It isn’t fair to the guy.” In spite of her protests, Amber found her eyes drawn to the small spotlight her friend had made. She rubbed her wrist absentmindedly as she stared down. Good Lord. No wonder she had felt him. The man was still semi-aroused. “Why didn’t I think of these things? That he would be naked and…horny? It’s the middle of the night, after all.”

  “It looks beautiful. Makes me want to wait for him to wake up.”

  “Lily!” She reached out and jerked her friend’s arm away. “That’s it. We’re leaving now.”

  “What about the test and all that stuff you were talking about?”

  “Oh.” Amber had forgotten the reason why they were there. They had wanted to make sure the new operative was good. She worked her hand free from the man’s tight grasp. “Okay, let’s tuck the note where he can see it without too much difficulty.”

  “Where? The man is naked, for God’s sake. You wanted to piss him off, you said. Well, he’s going to be when he wakes up half frozen.”

  Yeah. She had wanted to piss off Jed’s man to test him. She smiled in the dark. There was definitely a way to do that. “Go get the blanket. We don’t want him to catch a cold. I’ll make sure he gets the note.”

  While Llallana went off to the bed in the corner, Amber took out the note in her side pocket. She checked another pocket, where she had a few loose things that were useful to open locks, and grinned triumphantly when she found what she was looking for—a long piece of string. Quickly, she poked a hole in the note and pulled the string through. She thought for a moment, then took out a pen and scrawled quickly before reaching out into the darkness.

  “Now what are you doing?”

  “Tying the note around his wrist. There. Got the blanket?”

 
; “Yes, here.”

  Amber tucked the thick feathered blanket over the sleeping man. “There. Let’s go.”

  They switched on their nylon lines from their belts. One wonderful thing about hundred-year-old buildings converted for modern living—they still had high ceilings with walk-ways and turrets. It took a few minutes before they reached the small ventilation hole where they had crawled in. Their winter jackets were on the other side, fifteen minutes away. It would have been difficult to maneuver around with heavy garments on.

  Llallana climbed in first, then turned abruptly. She turned on the flashlight again, almost blinding Amber. “You didn’t tie it around his wrist, did you?”

  Amber never underestimated her friend. She kept her face expressionless. “Of course I did. Where else would I tie the note?”

  Hawk didn’t open his eyes immediately. He strived to keep his breathing even, as if he were still out. He could feel some kind of cover over his face; moving his fingers slowly, he felt around him. Hard surface—on a floor? He was surrounded by some thick material—did they stick him in a sack?

  He finally opened his eyes. It was pitch-black. He mentally checked his body—no pain anywhere, just a slight soreness around the right thigh. He remembered the kick. His heart wasn’t racing anymore. The drug must have been some kind of sleeping agent; he didn’t remember any hallucinatory dreams. There was a slight crick in his neck from lying on a hard surface, but other than that, he appeared to be fine.

  So, where had his assailant taken him? It couldn’t be too far; Dragan Dilaver’s building was very heavily guarded. Recalling the attacker’s small build, Hawk doubted his ability to carry him out of a room, down several flights of stairs, through the huge foyer, and outside into the snowy open without a single soul seeing him. So that left only one simple conclusion—he was still in his own room, on the floor where he had been drugged.