Unmasking Evil
Brotherhood Protectors World
Desiree Holt
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Guarding Jenna
Introduction
Chapter 1
Hidden Danger
Introduction
About Desiree Holt
Original Brotherhood Protectors Series
About Elle James
Copyright © 2019, Desiree Holt
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Brotherhood Protectors
Original Series by Elle James
Brotherhood Protectors Series
Montana SEAL (#1)
Bride Protector SEAL (#2)
Montana D-Force (#3)
Cowboy D-Force (#4)
Montana Ranger (#5)
Montana Dog Soldier (#6)
Montana SEAL Daddy (#7)
Montana Ranger’s Wedding Vow (#8)
Montana SEAL Undercover Daddy (#9)
Cape Cod SEAL Rescue (#10)
Montana SEAL Friendly Fire (#11)
Montana SEAL’s Mail-Order Bride (#12)
Montana Rescue (Sleeper SEAL)
Hot SEAL Salty Dog (SEALs in Paradise)
Brotherhood Protectors Vol 1
Praise for Desiree Holt
USA Today best-selling and award-winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and contemporary on a variety of heat levels up to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author. She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion, and is a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, and numerous other national and international publications.
In 2018 there were more than 100,000 reported cases of rape of a minor in the United States. This is down from a high of 110,000 in 1992, but up from a low of 85,000 in 2013. Media coverage and the growing impact of #MeToo have given more exposure and a higher profile to acts like this. Statutory rape refers specifically to “sex with anyone below the age of consent.” This specifically means a person of that age group cannot intelligently consent to sexual relations. But forcible rape of a child is much more prevalent and insidious than is reported. To me, there isn’t anything more heinous than the rape of a child. I wrote this book and its predecessor, Guarding Jenna, to give this dark stain on society some visibility. I dedicate this book to every victim, known and unknown, with the hope and prayers that we continue to shine the light on this stain on our society.
Thank You
To Kate Richards, Margie Hager, and Croco Designs. Without you, this book would never see the light of day. And to Elle James, for inviting me into her Brotherhood Protectors World.
Prologue
Sixteen years ago
Micki hated the big parties her parents threw. She wasn’t a big party person anyway. At fourteen, she had discovered that she relaxed the most with small groups of her friends. She liked sleepovers with four or five of them. Or riding horses. Or just hanging out. She wasn’t hot for every boy in her high school as some of the girls were. Well, maybe a little lukewarm for Neil Harrison. He was, after all, super cute, with a sexy grin enhanced by the cutest dimple.
She’d come to the conclusion she was a late bloomer, but that was okay. Some of the girls were so busy learning all about sex she was sure by the time they graduated high school there’d be nothing left for them to learn. Not her. A guy had to really do it for her, really turn her on before she was ready to give him any part of her body.
Tonight’s party was in full swing, at least a hundred people drinking and eating and laughing. And all trying to show everyone else they were richer and better and more important. Sometimes she wondered how her parents could stand some of them, but her father was an important person in the cattle industry and state politics, so this was part of their regular agenda.
Because it was a weekday night, she was not having a sleepover. She’d put on a dress to please her mother, done her bit by saying hello to the people she knew, and now she was going to her room to lose herself in a favorite movie.
She had reached the doorway when a thick arm banded around her waist and a hand covered her mouth, fingers pinching her nose. She heard the door slam shut and, in the next moment, she was face down on her bed, a heavy male figure pinning her in place. His fingers pinched her nose so tight she could hardly breathe. She tried to wriggle out from beneath him, but he was big, heavy, and his full weight held her in place.
“Listen to me.” His voice was a raspy whisper. “Don’t struggle, or I’ll break your neck. Nod if you understand.”
She did her best to nod her head once. What else could she do?
“I crave sweet young meat like you. The harder it is to do this, the better I like it. Sweet young virgins do it better for me.”
He eased his grip on her nose but kept his hand over her mouth while he yanked up her dress, grabbed her panties, and ripped them off. She heard the rasp of a zipper and knew he was taking it out.
Oh sweet Jesus.
She clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to wish herself into a different place.
“Don’t you worry,” he whispered, as he kneed her legs farther apart. “I’m already wearing protection. Can’t have any little schoolgirls giving birth to bastards.”
The next few minutes were a concentrated nightmare. He thrust his fingers inside her, scraping her sensitive inner flesh, then shoved his thickness even deeper.
Oh god! It hurt! It hurt!
She couldn’t scream, not with his big hand over her mouth. Anyway, she was sure he’d kill her if she tried to. She clenched her teeth as fiery pain shot through her and he drove himself in and out of her virgin sex. She felt the throbbing inside her as he climaxed, and then he withdrew, grunting in satisfaction.
“I’m getting off you now,” he said in the same raspy whisper. “You count to a hundred before you get off this bed. And be sure you don’t tell a soul, or I’ll find you and break your neck.” He barked a short laugh. “But you are one sweet piece of meat. You’ll make a great lay one day when you grow up.”
She heard the door close as he left the room, and even though he couldn’t see her, she lay there counting to two hundred. Tears coursed silently down her cheeks, and it hurt to breathe. Finally, she got up and slowly headed into her bathroom. It even hurt to walk. Oh god!
It took her a while, but she managed to wash up, clean away the blood on her thighs, and pull on a nightgow
n. Found the housekeeper and asked her to tell her mother she was sick. Then she climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She had no idea who the man was. He could have been any of the dozens circulating at the party. But she knew one thing.
She was staying away from parties as long as she lived at home and getting the hell out of here the minute she graduated high school. And she never, ever was going to have sex. Not with this nightmare firmly lodged in her mind.
Chapter 1
Alex Rossi studied the scene in front of him, his first major crime since being appointed sheriff a little more than a month ago. As he stood at the edge of the clearing in this wooded area, looking at the body on the ground, his heart ached for the young teenage girl who would never see her next birthday. He wondered how such evil could exist in a setting with such natural beauty.
Fir trees reached to the sky, and batches of scrub punctuated the rolling land. Birds flitted through the treetops and brushed their wings against the scrub that grew everywhere. Above him the sky was a clear blue dusted with white clouds and, in the distance, the majestic Crazy Mountains rose with elegance from their foothills.
But, on the ground, fourteen-year-old Holly Martino lay sprawled on her stomach, arms outstretched, as if she’d been dropped there like a rag doll. Her head was tilted at an unnatural angle, due, he knew, to the fact her neck was broken. Hair as fine as spun gold was tangled, a few twigs caught in it. Her fingers were dug into the dirt as if she’d tried to claw her way up. Torn panties were wrapped around one leg, and he knew as sure as he was breathing that when the coroner did the post mortem, he’d find evidence of brutal rape. It was a signature, although one, according to the reports he’d gotten his hands on, that hadn’t shown up in some time.
No one had reported her missing yet, so he could be pretty damn sure this had happened very recently. Like today. If a park ranger hadn’t stumbled on the body while doing a routine tour, who knew how long it would have been until she was found. She’d been left in a remote area where days could have passed before anyone discovered her. Access to the area was all but impossible except by horseback or four-wheel drive, since most of the roads led directly to the ranches. Unluckily for the killer, a forest ranger, skirting land boundaries and checking the area, had stumbled on the body and called it in at once.
He’d seen plenty of dead bodies during his tour as a SEAL, even those of children, although they’d usually been the victims of horrific attacks on villages by the same people Alex was fighting. He’d thought those years had hardened him, but seeing the brutality visited on this young girl made him sick to his stomach.
He’d almost been waiting for this after Holly had sought him out the other night.
When Hank Patterson approached him about this job, he’d said, “For the most part, it’s a snap job. Nothing goes on in the county to ruffle the surface. The biggest excitement is when everyone goes to the Fourth of July rodeo and gets obnoxiously drunk.” He paused. “Except for one thing.”
As head of Brotherhood Protectors, information always filtered up to him. He was pretty much plugged into everything in the county if not the state. The man had chosen to base his Brotherhood Protectors agency there and had his finger on the pulse of everything. In fact, some of the county commissioners had reached out to Hank about helping them find someone. Alex, a few months out of the SEALs after three tours of duty, had been at loose ends when fellow SEAL Scot Nolan, a member of the agency, hooked him up with Hank.
“What if they decide not to appoint me?” Alex had asked.
“Are you kidding? With your creds? Trust me, there’s no one around that they’d be interested in. Besides”—he winked—“like I said, they asked me to help find someone.”
So Alex had met with Hank and some of the commissioners and, before he could blink, he had a job and was renting a home on the edge of town. And what a home. It was the first place in years where he’d really felt peace.
But Hank had also clued him in about a decades-old open case.
“There’s one big problem you need to know about, one that still has people looking over their shoulders. You’ll have one huge fucking mess to clean up if you take this job. It’s been dormant for several months, but it hasn’t gone away. There are people out there who need to be identified and made to pay for their crimes.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
He’d told him about the miasma of evil that clouded the county, the history of brutal rapes and murders covering two decades. The information he laid out made Alex sick to his stomach. A series of crimes hung over the county like a black, evil cloud, brutal rapes punctuated with murder that had been ongoing for several years. Uber wealthy men raping young teenage girls, usually at a large party held at one of the sprawling ranches in the foothills of the Crazy Mountains. Either the girl lived there or attended the event with her parents. The routine was always the same. The girl would somehow be alone, separated from the rest of the party. A man would come up behind her, place his hands over her mouth, pinching the nose with thumb and forefinger, and drag the girl into a bedroom. Hold her head so she couldn’t turn and see him. Press her face hard into the mattress as he attacked. All any of them knew was the man was very big and very rough, tearing their panties and raping them with brutal force.
And promising to kill them if they told.
“A few did tell,” Hank told him. “And shortly after they made the report, we found their bodies. We’re pretty sure Jeff Bartell was part of that group and even did the killings himself.”
“Damn!” It had made Alex sick to think about it. “But if people knew who the culprits were, why weren’t they arrested?”
“First of all, none of the girls who came forward could identify their rapists. And the former sheriff, now in prison, was part of that inner circle. Everyone figured he’d passed the word that a victim had filed a report and then the girl was killed. As promised.”
Alex whistled. “Jesus.”
Hank told him they had no idea how many had gone unreported. Brotherhood Protectors had tried on their own to learn who the powerful men were, but the upper echelon of Crazy Mountains society was like a closed corporation. No one talked, and they resented even being questioned.
True-crime writer Jenna Donovan, born and raised in the Crazies and a victim herself at fifteen, had come home in response to an email from one of the victims and dug into the situation. She was the one who’d unmasked Bartell as a member of the ugly group, and the one who had warned the others, whoever they were, when anyone came forward.
It was unclear whether Bartell had killed all the girls himself, but he accepted responsibility and never gave up any of the other names. He was tried and convicted for the ones that could be proven. After he was sentenced, his family moved away, out of Montana. No one knew where they had gone or who had provided the funds to set them up. And no one talked about it.
A year passed ’with no more reported incidents after the sheriff’s trial and conviction. It seemed that after Jenna’s stories broke, all activity had died. At least no more brutal rapes had been reported. Nor had any more bodies been discovered. Alex wondered if the rapists had decided to kill their little game while they could.
The deputy who’d been serving as temporary sheriff had begged to go back to regular duty. So here Alex was, in a state he’d never even visited before, and acclimating himself to civilian life while he figured out what to do with the rest of his life. How to be something besides a SEAL, although he was pretty sure that would always be with him. He figured this was as good a place as any. Living solo suited him. History proved he sucked at relationships so, for the moment, he wasn’t even looking for one. All he wanted was to get settled into the next phase of his life. And he could forego sex as long as his right hand held up. For a while, anyway.
For the past few weeks, he’d been reviewing the cold cases to give him an idea of who to look at and doing his best to quietly gather information about people in the area. H
e was still nowhere when, a month after he took office, Holly showed up at his place one night well after dark, frightened and desperate to ask for help. But only, she told him, if no one knew she had spoken to him. Fearful of being seen in his office, she’d come to his home to tell him what happened.
“They kill anyone who talks,” Holly told him, shivering with fear, “but someone has to stop it. All my friends are afraid to leave their homes.” She chewed her bottom lip as she decided what else to tell him. Then she blurted out, “Some of my friends even wonder if their fathers are involved.”
That alone turned his stomach. She told him her friends tried refusing to go to the big events with their parents, only to be told that whoever was doing this was not someone from around there. Family friends would never do this, so whoever was spreading lies about this should just stop it.
But Alex wondered if, despite her precautions, someone had been spying on her. Or him. It was hard to keep secrets most of time in this county, and he knew word had gotten out that, as the new sheriff, he’d received copies of the crime reports from the Montana Department of Law Enforcement. While no one had been named, the girls who had been brave enough to come to the sheriff were killed within a week of meeting with him.
The. murder of Holly Martino was the first incident since Bartell had been arrested. Alec kept the report locked in his safe at home, so all he could think was someone had been watching Holly Martino. Now, looking at the body of the pretty young girl on the ground, he wanted to hit something. Or someone.
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