Finn looked at his brothers Antonio and Billy. They were just as shaken up and angry as he was, except he thought they blamed him and Salvatore. They had suggested she not be left alone and they pushed for her to move in with them. She finally said yes and was starting to move some things a little at a time. But it wasn’t enough.
Finn’s gut clenched. He felt the uneasiness and knew something was up, yet he ignored it. He didn’t think these men would want Missy Ann. They had wanted him and Salvatore. Maybe. There wasn’t any proof to that or any indication that’s why this guy was watching them. Could someone else have been after Missy Ann? He was angry, confused, and no good to this case, to finding his woman and bringing her back here in one piece. He ran his hand over his mouth and the door opened.
“What did you find out?” Billy asked Lynch and Tazer.
“This guy Lenny is a fucking loser. Colton hired him to basically assist in getting Missy Ann to the side of the building so he could snag her. What we found out was that Colt works for Darius Lontell. Lenny was kind enough to tell us that Darius is involved where we can find him and where Colt was taking Missy Ann.”
“What? How the fuck did you do that?” Salvatore asked Tazer.
“Lynch and I have our ways. Somers is gathering what we need and working with the feds. It seems they have eyes on them and something is going down this Saturday night at his penthouse,” Lynch told them.
“Pent house? Where do they live?” Antonio asked.
“New York. Pack a bag, we leave in less than an hour,” Tazer told them.
“New York. They fucking took her to New York. Jesus, what are they planning on doing with her?” Billy asked as they gathered their stuff, prepared to head home and then meet up with the others.
Finn and Salvatore followed Tazer and Lynch out of the office. Finn grabbed onto Tazer’s arm.
“Tazer, why are the feds watching this guy, Darius? What’s happening this weekend?”
Tazer looked at Lynch. “We’d want to know if it were Eliza Grace,” he said.
“A bunch of big shot businessmen are coming in. Darius is throwing this big party at this penthouse and the feds believe it’s a meeting of sorts to discuss the sale of merchandise,” Tazer said to him.
His eyes widened. “What does that mean?” he asked.
“Women. They’re selling women,” Lynch said and Finn just stared at Tazer.
“I know. We’ll get to her in time. We’ll find out what these men want and why they took her. We find her before they can hurt her.”
“We’re not coming back without her, Tazer. Find out where they’re keeping her. Please.”
* * * *
They landed in Newark International airport and were headed to the meet-up location, a hotel and suite a few blocks from Darius’s penthouse. There were men and women in position, agents working undercover as wait staff, along with people from the catering company. Things were being verified, who was showing up. The feds were working on getting some ears inside of the penthouse and Darius’s office.
Salvatore was shocked at the extent of the operation and how many agents were actually working undercover. This was a huge deal, and now that Somers found out this Ukrainian national was going to be there he was happier than a pig in shit. Apparently this guy was bad news. He had connections to the Sovolo family, their number one suspect in a series of murders, money laundering and high priced prostitution. They basically sold young women off as servants and sex slaves for large amounts of money. The women had to have a certain look, and they paid more for virgins. But mainly Somers was after this Anatoli guy and Oscar Sovolo for the murder of several federal agents. Salvatore released an unsteady sigh. Missy Ann was caught smack in the middle.
“Finn, Salvatore, Somers said one of these guys that he’s after, a Ukrainian national, just arrived at his hotel downtown. The party starts in two hours,” Lynch told him.
“Two hours? So we have to wait? We know she’s in there. We know what these men are planning and your agents say women are arriving, too.”
“Do you see the size of that penthouse? The blueprints show two floors. We have over thirty men on standby and we could still fuck this up. This is Somers’ case. We have to follow his directions and orders,” Lynch told them.
“Fuck,” Finn said.
Salvatore checked his weapon again.
“We are going to have to move like lightning when we get up there. Our inside people will be wearing purple name tags, not black. You’re going to have to check first before you shoot so we don’t take out the good guys,” Lynch told them.
“Great, and how will they know who we are?” Salvatore said.
“You get to wear one of these special Federal agent jackets,” Tazer told them.
“Great, they’ll see us from a mile away,” Salvatore said.
“You’re not even supposed to be here. So don’t get fucking shot,” Tazer teased him.
“Me, what about you? How is Eliza Grace going to feel when she finds out what you and Lynch have been up to?” Salvatore asked.
“She’ll be fine as long as we get to Missy Ann in time and that you two come back in one piece,” Lynch said.
“We’ll come back in one piece, but if they hurt our woman, you better have the body bags ready,” Finn stated.
“Don’t you worry, you two aren’t the only ones who want to take this prostitution ring thing down once and for all,” Tazer said and they all mumbled in agreement and waited until it was time to move into the building.
* * * *
Missy Ann tried to move her arms. Her wrists were bound together by some sort of plastic zip ties and hooked to a piece of rope against the wall. She was sitting up in a large cushioned chair.
Her stomach continued to churn and her head throbbed as if she had a hangover or stomach virus. She couldn’t keep her head up and she leaned back against the chair cushion. That’s when she noticed what she was wearing. She was in a different outfit. A dress, short, see through and a light blue color.
She heard voices and realized she wasn’t alone. There were other women there, all wearing the exact same dress but in blue, pink or white. She counted them in between closing her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she counted right. Ten women, all very attractive.
“Where are we?” she asked. They ignored her.
“Where are we?” she repeated.
“Shhh, they’ll come for you when the men are ready,” the one young woman in pink said to her.
“Men? What men?” Missy Ann asked and tried to sit up. She couldn’t. Her head was so heavy and her body weak. That’s when she heard the music in the distance. A door opened and the women all sat up straight.
A tall man with dark hair and a gun on his hip walked closer. “You, come now.” He pointed at the woman in blue and she stood up. Missy Ann tried to focus on him and damned the sick feeling in her belly and the dizziness she felt. He sounded like he had some sort of accent.
“Where am I? Where are you taking her?” Missy Ann asked.
The man grabbed the woman by her arm and led her from the room. He said something in his language. Russian?
She could hear the music louder when he had the door open. There was a party going on?
She thought about the restaurant. About Connelly’s. Her head rolled as she looked around the room. She wasn’t at Connolly’s. She felt her head pounding as she tried to remember and figure out where she was and how she got here. She pulled on her bindings. Her chest burned. She looked down at the blue dress that dipped lower, showing off her cleavage. No bra. She was naked underneath.
The sound of footsteps coming toward her had her looking back at the door again. She saw two men, both dressed in black suits, white shirts, and black ties. One bent down and cut the ties. She moved her hands and the other lifted her up.
“Come,” he said and when she tried to walk her legs wouldn’t work.
The other said something in what she thought was Russian. The man holding her lifted
her up and carried her from the room.
They didn’t go out the same door they took the other woman. Instead they went to the right, down a hall, then up a staircase, small, tight. Her arm hit the wall as he carried her it was so small, or maybe he was just so big.
The guy behind him opened a door. They went into a large room. A bedroom. It was extravagant-looking. Her head spun and she felt like vomiting again.
“In the chair. There,” someone stated. He had an accent, too. Who were these men? The room was moving. She gripped the arms of the chair. The man smiled at her.
“Stunning. Absolutely stunning,” he said and then released her chin. He ran his hands along her thighs, then pushed down her top.
She swatted at his hand. “No. Get away from me,” she said and then fell back against the couch.
“Bring Anatoli up here. Tell him I have his order.”
“And Sovolo?”
“He can wait. Boston wants me to get her out of here as quickly as possible,” the man said and the other man left the room.
“Anatoli is going to be very happy with you. This blonde hair and stunning blue eyes,” he whispered, holding her gaze. She shivered and her gut clenched. He was bad. He was evil.
“Who are you? Where am I?”
“Ahh, who am I? Hmm, let me see, I’m the man who lost a brother because of you.”
“What?” She was trying to listen, to focus but it was so hard. She started to have flashbacks. The restaurant, the man, and the damaged bench. Karl fighting and the man grabbing her. Someone took her. “Where’s Antonio, Finn, Salvatore and Billy?” she asked and felt the tears fill her eyes.
He cupped her cheek. “They’re not coming. Salvatore and Finn killed my brother.” He ran his hand up her thigh, his fingertips came close to her mound, and she shoved them away. He gripped her wrists and pressed over her. His teeth were clenched.
“My brother was going to make you his bitch that night in the cabin. He was about to take you when Finn, Salvatore and those other cops got there and shot him and his partner. My brother died because of you. Your boyfriends killed him and now you’re going to suffer. They’re going to search far and wide and never know where you are.”
“Why are you doing this? I didn’t do anything to you. Let me go,” she said and tried to get up.
He shoved her back down. “You listen and maybe you’ll get out of here alive. Maybe you’ll last more than a few nights with Anatoli.”
She didn’t know who he was talking about, but she was starting to get a clearer head. They drugged her. That’s how they got her out of Connelly’s. Her nightmare wasn’t over. This man was hunting her. His brother was the man who tried to rape her in that cabin. The ones Finn and Salvatore killed and rescued her. Oh God, Salvatore and Finn. Billy and Antonio will suffer. They’ll blame themselves. She had to get free. She had to.
“This is her.” She heard the voice and turned to see a very tall, large, muscular man with blond hair and dark eyes. He was dressed in a black suit, a designer one from what she could tell. He had gold cufflinks and looked like a boss.
“She will be resistant at first, but I know you like women that put up a fight,” the man said to him.
He chuckled. “You do know me well, Darius. May I have a closer look?” he asked.
Darius waved his hand over toward her. The man approached. He reached out and touched her hair. She turned away.
He gripped her face. “I see what you mean about defiant. I can break her in.” He licked his lips and looked over her chest. He used his other hand to push aside the top to see her breasts. She shoved at his hand and he chuckled. “Petite, but well built. She’s more than you said. I can see the defiance, the strength in her beautiful blue eyes. You were right. A keeper for me,” he said and stood up straighter.
That’s when she saw the gun on his waist near his belt. She swallowed hard. She wasn’t going to be a victim. She wasn’t going to let them take her, rape her, sell her, or do whatever in God’s name they wanted.
She survived the first time because she was rescued. Her men wouldn’t know where she was right now. They couldn’t find her. She was on her own. She saw the other women in the room. They were being sold tonight, taken by these wealthy foreign guys with money and power. It was sick and she grew angrier and angrier. She would rather die than let this man touch her and take of her what he wanted. She stared at them and listened to what they were saying. She needed to be smart and pick the right moment to fight. She could die here, but at least it would be on her terms and not on theirs.
“So how much for her?” the man asked.
“Ahh, you would be doing me a favor by taking her. She will suit your needs and then you can be done. In fact, I think you should take a sample of her tonight to ensure she’s what you desire. Then, the final payment when you are satisfied can be offering me a piece of the pie in the drugs and guns deal you’re working in the Middle East. Just a little morsel. Nothing too big.”
The other man chuckled.
“You got it. We can make lots of money together and be rich, satisfied men.”
“Very good, Anatoli. Let’s have a taste of your gift.”
He motioned with his arm toward Missy Ann and Anatoli took her hand and pulled her up against him.
Her head was still fuzzy but as she thought about what these men could do to her right now the adrenaline began to pump and her fear was overpowering the drugs in her system.
He dropped her onto the bed. She bounced and tried to scramble. He grabbed her legs and pulled her back, letting his hands glide up the dress. She kicked at him and heard his roar. Darius chuckled. Anatoli slammed his fist down onto her thigh and she cried out. She turned and he shoved her dress up, his eyes zeroed in on her nakedness and she lost it as he lowered. She slammed down onto his shoulders and head. He lifted up and pressed his forearm to her throat. “You will submit. You will not resist. I bought you and you are mine to do with as I please,” he stated through clenched teeth. She screamed and fought against him until her arm was pinned underneath him. She panicked. This was it. She was going to be raped by these men and there was nothing she could do.
She felt the gun. Her fingers were on it. She stared up into his eyes and he suckled her breast and used his other hand to push between her legs and she screamed, grabbed the gun, and pulled the trigger. His eyes widened. The sound filled the room and Darius ran toward his desk. She was screaming, crying.
“No! You stupid bitch.” He pointed the gun at her and shot. She shot the gun as she screamed in fear, in hysterics. He flew back over the desk, and she felt a sense of relief but then pain. She looked down and saw the blood oozing from her side.
The door burst open. Men in black assault gear, the letters FBI on their vests, filled the room. She released the gun, letting it fall from her hand.
“Missy Ann! Missy Ann!” She heard Finn’s voice and then saw his eyes, and then Salvatore’s.
“She’s shot. She needs an ambulance now,” Finn yelled.
“She killed Darius and Anatoli. They’re dead,” someone said and she cried. She couldn’t stop crying or moaning from the pain. “Apply pressure with this. The paramedics are coming up.” She saw Tazer, and then Lynch. They looked just as scared as she felt.
“They said you wouldn’t come. That you wouldn’t know where I was. Darius is the guy’s brother. The guy who tried to hurt me.”
“I know, baby. We know everything and they can’t hurt you anymore. None of them can,” Finn said to her as he caressed her hair.
She saw their expressions as her body began to shake. She felt cold, and the effects of the drugs were coming back. At least she thought so.
“Drugs,” she whispered.
“She’s going into shock. Here are the paramedics,” Tazer said to them.
“What drugs?” Salvatore asked her.
“They shot me with drugs to get me here. I feel them again,” she said and then closed her eyes. She could hear bits and pieces of w
hat was going on. They were arguing with the paramedics. No, with Lynch and Tazer to step away from her. The second she felt them let go she cried out. “No. I need you. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me ever again,” she said and then she felt something else prick her arm and then her body became relaxed and her eyes closed softly. I’m dying. I’m dying. I’m dead.
Epilogue
Missy Ann inhaled sharply as she awoke from a nightmare. She was gasping for breath, the pain in her side lighter than ever, the fear in her still strong and fierce.
“Easy, baby. You’re okay. Easy,” Finn said to her. He caressed her hair and helped her lay back down in bed. She felt the perspiration on her brow and Salvatore was there to wipe it away with a washcloth and then press kisses to her skin.
She blinked her eyes and looked for Billy and Antonio. They were there, too. She exhaled in relief and reached for them. Antonio covered her thigh with his hand and Billy pressed his hand to her other thigh. She was surrounded by them. They never left her side. One of them was always there with her and all of them were at night when she slept. It hadn’t been easy. But she was getting better.
She felt Finn’s hand over her belly. “You’re okay now?” he asked. She wore a T-shirt that was lifted to her thighs right before her mound. She held his gaze and shook her head. He squinted with concern.
“I need you. All of you. Please,” she begged of him and he gave a soft smile.
“Always, baby. Whatever you need, we’re there for you,” he told her and leaned over to kiss her lips. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him back as the others moved around them.
He lifted her up and scooted lower on the bed. He finagled his boxers off of him and as she lifted up Salvatore pulled her T-shirt up over her head.
It felt so good to have their hands on her. To feel their touch and know she was safe and not caught in the nightmares.
She eased down over his cock as he gently lifted her hips. She exhaled. He moaned.
Salvatore cupped her breast and leaned closer. “So beautiful,” he said and she watched him suckle part of her breast into his mouth and twirl his tongue around it.
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