they might hold her up.
The man on the front row with heavy eyebrows and really dark skin nodded toward her.
Yeah, baby, come and get me. I’ll show you what it’s like to tangle with a real woman.
Mitchell plotted the man’s demise as she gave her body the time it needed to recover from the paralyzing drug.
Another man in the middle row nodded toward Kelli. “I would like to examine the women more closely,” he said with a deep Middle Eastern accent.
Candi leaned over and spoke to Rocco.
Rocco nodded to the man. “Look, but do not sample the merchandise.”
The man rose from his seat and walked first toward Kelli, held between the two men.
She glared as he made a wide circle all the way around her. Then he crossed to Mitchell, his lip turning up on one corner. He touched her hair, letting it run between his fingers.
Mitchell remained quiet, docile, pretending she was drugged and unable to fend off the man’s leers. He reached for the top of one breast pushed up by the corset she still wore. When he squeezed the mound, his eyes flared and so did Mitchell’s temper.
That did it. She couldn’t take it one second longer and spit square in the man’s eye.
The man yelled and cocked his arm to backhand her.
Mitchell yanked herself sideways and the buyer hit the man holding her right side. She took advantage of his distraction, planted one of her sharply pointed heels into his instep, jerked back her elbow and hit him in the gut, then turned quickly and jabbed two fingers into her other captor’s eyes.
He screamed, let go of her and clamped his hands over his face. “Bitch!”
Next to her, Kelli had incapacitated one of the men who’d been holding her with a quick elbow to the groin. She ducked beneath the arm of the other, planted her foot in his back and shoved him toward the men in the fancy seats. Too surprised by the attack, the buyers didn’t have time to move away as the big guy fell into the middle of them.
A loud bang made Mitchell drop to the floor and roll to one side.
Candi held a handgun pointed at the ceiling. “Anyone else moves and I put a bullet in you.” Her brows angled toward the bridge of her nose as she glared at Kelli and Mitchell. “That means you two. I have no problem putting you out of my misery. There are plenty more women where you came from to satisfy my clients.”
Kelli rose to her feet. “Yeah, well, we’re not for sale.”
“And neither are the other women in that room.” Mitchell rose as well, glad her legs felt more steady.
Candi nodded toward Rocco. “Deal with them before I waste two perfectly good bullets on them.”
Rocco pulled a case out of his pocket. The same case he’d had on him in the limousine when he’d paralyzed Mitchell.
A shiver ran over her. Mitchell backed away, bumping into one of the big guys she’d taken out earlier.
He was on his feet, and pissed.
If Rocco got that needle in her, she’d be down again. If he shot enough of that stuff in her, her organs would shut down and she’d be dead. So the idea was not to let him get that needle in her.
Chapter Nine
‡
R emy studied the door and the area around it. A camera was attached to the wall over the entrance. He’d have to get past that to get inside.
“How do you plan to get in?” Swede asked.
“Come at the door from the side.” He unbuckled his vest and let it slide down his arms and rest on the floor. Then he yanked his black T-shirt up over his head. He slipped his vest back on and buckled it in place over his naked chest.
Irish chuckled. “You might have a chance with the women, but the men might not be your type.”
“Wait here until I get the shirt over the camera.”
The team hunkered in the darkness, ready for the fight.
Remy slipped along the wall, clinging to the shadows as much as possible. When he came to the wall facing him, he turned and ran along it toward the entrance, tossed his shirt up over the camera and came to a halt in front of the door.
He
The man on the front row with heavy eyebrows and really dark skin nodded toward her.
Yeah, baby, come and get me. I’ll show you what it’s like to tangle with a real woman.
Mitchell plotted the man’s demise as she gave her body the time it needed to recover from the paralyzing drug.
Another man in the middle row nodded toward Kelli. “I would like to examine the women more closely,” he said with a deep Middle Eastern accent.
Candi leaned over and spoke to Rocco.
Rocco nodded to the man. “Look, but do not sample the merchandise.”
The man rose from his seat and walked first toward Kelli, held between the two men.
She glared as he made a wide circle all the way around her. Then he crossed to Mitchell, his lip turning up on one corner. He touched her hair, letting it run between his fingers.
Mitchell remained quiet, docile, pretending she was drugged and unable to fend off the man’s leers. He reached for the top of one breast pushed up by the corset she still wore. When he squeezed the mound, his eyes flared and so did Mitchell’s temper.
That did it. She couldn’t take it one second longer and spit square in the man’s eye.
The man yelled and cocked his arm to backhand her.
Mitchell yanked herself sideways and the buyer hit the man holding her right side. She took advantage of his distraction, planted one of her sharply pointed heels into his instep, jerked back her elbow and hit him in the gut, then turned quickly and jabbed two fingers into her other captor’s eyes.
He screamed, let go of her and clamped his hands over his face. “Bitch!”
Next to her, Kelli had incapacitated one of the men who’d been holding her with a quick elbow to the groin. She ducked beneath the arm of the other, planted her foot in his back and shoved him toward the men in the fancy seats. Too surprised by the attack, the buyers didn’t have time to move away as the big guy fell into the middle of them.
A loud bang made Mitchell drop to the floor and roll to one side.
Candi held a handgun pointed at the ceiling. “Anyone else moves and I put a bullet in you.” Her brows angled toward the bridge of her nose as she glared at Kelli and Mitchell. “That means you two. I have no problem putting you out of my misery. There are plenty more women where you came from to satisfy my clients.”
Kelli rose to her feet. “Yeah, well, we’re not for sale.”
“And neither are the other women in that room.” Mitchell rose as well, glad her legs felt more steady.
Candi nodded toward Rocco. “Deal with them before I waste two perfectly good bullets on them.”
Rocco pulled a case out of his pocket. The same case he’d had on him in the limousine when he’d paralyzed Mitchell.
A shiver ran over her. Mitchell backed away, bumping into one of the big guys she’d taken out earlier.
He was on his feet, and pissed.
If Rocco got that needle in her, she’d be down again. If he shot enough of that stuff in her, her organs would shut down and she’d be dead. So the idea was not to let him get that needle in her.
Chapter Nine
‡
R emy studied the door and the area around it. A camera was attached to the wall over the entrance. He’d have to get past that to get inside.
“How do you plan to get in?” Swede asked.
“Come at the door from the side.” He unbuckled his vest and let it slide down his arms and rest on the floor. Then he yanked his black T-shirt up over his head. He slipped his vest back on and buckled it in place over his naked chest.
Irish chuckled. “You might have a chance with the women, but the men might not be your type.”
“Wait here until I get the shirt over the camera.”
The team hunkered in the darkness, ready for the fight.
Remy slipped along the wall, clinging to the shadows as much as possible. When he came to the wall facing him, he turned and ran along it toward the entrance, tossed his shirt up over the camera and came to a halt in front of the door.
He
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