Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Slow, as if she weren’t freaked out beyond belief, she lifted her head. The light stopped after a short distance and she couldn’t see past it. She waited, his last touch was on her shoulder. Did that mean he was still behind her?
She had her question answered when two black boots left the darkness and peeked into the light.
Come on you crazy fuck. Stop torturing me. Show me who you are.
The boots moved again and she was looking up jean clad legs to a torso covered in long sleeves. He had gloves on his hands and a mask on his face.
Really? A fucking mask?
Not a one with faces on it, no, this one looked like they walked off the set of one of the Batman movies that had the Scarecrow in it. If he was going for fear factor. Mission accomplished.
He moved toward her, his pace increasing and as he reached her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. He leaned in close, his putrid breath making her eyes water.
“Are you sure you really want to know?”
“Like I know you fucking need a breath mint. Show me or don’t but either way, you need to back the fuck up.”
He drew away and backhanded her, sending her to the floor in a haze of pain. She closed her eyes and tried not to lose hope.
“Here,” he growled.
She looked up and he removed the mask. As she saw who was there, her hope vanished like a puff of smoke, with a sad gasp, she shut her eyes once more.
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Davin swore and clenched his fists. There was a shit ton of talking but zero action going on right now and he was pissed. Beyond that. His woman was out there and they were tossing their dicks in a ring trying to see who’s was bigger.
Stepping up to the group, he pushed his way in.
“We need to move.”
Her CO looked at him then the guys there as well. “This is a Navy issue, Commander. We have to assess the situation first.”
“I get it’s a Navy issue. One of your men is holding her and you’re trying to figure out a way to do this without the blowback coming on you. Let me tell you Captain, I don’t give a fuck who the blowback hits. I care about one thing. Getting my Neha back.”
The XO nodded. “I have to agree with the commander. The longer we wait the less chance we have of finding her alive. Local law is running down their own leads, but we shouldn’t sit here and do nothing.”
“How do you propose we find her? We’re deploying in nine days, XO.”
Davin’s heart sank. They just fucking got back.
“And our lead Navigator is missing,” XO Lewis snapped back. “Or do we have a replacement already waiting in the wings for her. Because I have to say, I’ve not been around one who knows more than her. Book wise perhaps but her instincts are spot on and I want that woman in my corner.” He shifted his stance. “We have more war games to do, yes. But she’s one of our best chances of winning.”
The CO’s expression soured. “Where is COB?”
“We’ve turned up zero on him,” the XO said, fury lining his own voice. “I have people on their way to his place but no sign of him yet.”
Davin looked to the other table where his brother and his guys were looking over some maps.
He couldn’t take this anymore. Stepping back, he pulled out his phone and pressed a number he’d not called in a while.
“Davin, my man. Long time no chat. How’s it hanging?”
Lincoln “Linc” McManus was one of the SEALs he’d been boots on the ground with when he was doing things overseas.
“Shitty. I would love to catch up man, but this is serious and my window is closing fast.”
“Lay it on me.”
“My girl’s been taken.”
Silence on the other end. “This have anything to do with the shitstorm brewing about the woman from the Puerto Rico?”
“Only everything.”
“Fuck!”
That didn’t make him feel any better.
“Meet me at our old hangout. ASAP.” The man was gone.
Davin wasn’t about to argue with him, giving the group a final look, he stepped away. At his Jeep, he wasn’t all that surprised when his brother hopped in seconds after the engine turned over.
“Where we going?”
“Hopefully to someone who isn’t going to jerk me about with political shit.” He shifted into gear and got them moving.
Their destination was a smaller bar on the far side of King’s Bay. He hopped out and strode into the darkened interior. There wasn’t any need to look, he knew exactly where to go. The back.
When he got there, he looked and smiled, despite the seriousness of the situation. Linc was there along with two others he knew from the old days. Rossi and Bicher. There was one other he didn’t know but was introduced to Axel “Razor” Vilena, ex-SEAL who currently worked with an outfit called Tungsten Protective Services.