Tears filled her eyes. “You’re mine. You’re all mine,” she said.

  “Fuck yeah.” Prime thrust and thrust over and over again and then roared as he came in her ass. He lowered down and kissed her everywhere he could. She had her eyes closed and she reveled the sensations and the feeling of being surrounded by her men. Hers. They belonged to her as much as she belonged to them.

  “We love you so damn much,” Prime said as he licked and kissed her ass cheeks and then down her thighs. Finlin and Wesson rolled her to her back and Colt cleaned her up with a washcloth then lowered over her to kiss her breasts and nipples and then her ribs, her belly, and her pussy. He slid his tongue into her cunt. She gasped, shocked that he would do that after they took her over and over again several times. Wasn’t he exhausted yet?

  “A little rest, and then I want some more of that,” he told her as he gave her ankle a little squeeze.

  She giggled. “You guys are going to kill me, or at minimum make it so that I can’t go to work tonight.”

  “Sounds like a good plan to me,” Finlin said very seriously.

  She squinted at him and rolled to her belly to look at him. He was sitting in the chair with just his jeans on. “You don’t like Harper’s?” she asked.

  “I don’t like you working at Harper’s, getting hit on or wearing that sexy top.”

  “It’s not sexy, and the place is good.”

  “That top you wear is sexy. Your breasts, our breasts, are too exposed,” Colt told her and he slid up behind her on the bed and cupped her breast. She leaned her back against his front as he fondled her breast and then slid a palm to her pussy. She covered his hand and rolled back to her belly as she giggled as he tickled her.

  “My breasts aren’t overexposed.”

  “Bullshit. I’ve been watching you for months,” Prime said and now he looked upset.

  She lifted up and looked at Prime. “I’ll wear the T-shirt instead of the tank top,” she said to him.

  “You cut the collar out of the T-shirt. I can see the deep cleavage of your breasts in that top. No way,” he said to her.

  “Well, I need to make the tips so I have to show a little bit of sexy,” she said.

  Colt wrapped one thick, strong arm around her waist. Hoisted her up onto all fours and pressed up against her back, his cock hard and at her pussy. “Your sexiness is for our eyes only,” he said and slowly slid his cock into her pussy.

  She closed her eyes and moaned. “Oh God, Colt, I won’t be able to work tonight. I’ll be so tired.”

  “Good,” they all said and then chuckled as Colt thrust into her pussy from behind and the others started joining in again. She was going to have to call in sick. Was missing work because her four sexy boyfriends kept fucking her all day long. A good enough excuse to not show up? she wondered, until her full focus went to loving her men, and being claimed over and over again, until she passed out from exhaustion. Oh, how I love them so. I would do anything for them. Anything at all.

  Prime and Isabella were running through the woods. “I’ll race you to the football field,” she said over her shoulder.

  Prime chuckled. “You do know I was pretty fast back in the day.”

  “Yeah, maybe back in the day, but not now. Eat my dust,” she said and picked up speed. He laughed and was right on her tail as they entered the woods. They zigged and zagged, even jumped over some downed trees and he was right there with her.

  “Isabella, wait,” he said and it was too late when she heard the shot, just as they were approaching the clearing to the woods. She stopped and saw Prime go down. Blood was coming from his shoulder. She screamed and ran back toward him. “Run! Run,” he yelled at her.

  She heard another shot. It missed him and almost hit her. “I won’t leave you.”

  “Go to the field. Get help,” he said and tried getting up.

  “No,” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

  “Run, Isabella, run. Now. That’s an order,” he yelled at her as he got to his knees and then another shot rang out. He fell back and roared in pain. He was bleeding from his shoulder.

  She stood up and screamed. “Stop it! Stop it!” she screamed.

  Two men came running toward her, guns drawn. “Come with us now or he dies.”

  “No. No, don’t kill him.” She hurried toward the two men.

  “No,” Prime roared and the guys grabbed her and headed deeper into the woods. They came to an ATV and got her on there. “There are others watching. You resist and the deputy dies,” the guy told her.

  “I won’t resist. Don’t kill him. Call them off. Please, just call them off,” she begged and they sped from the woods to an open clearing and then a dirt road. There was a black SUV there. Two other men got out and they put her in the back seat.

  She could hardly catch her breath. They shot Prime. He could die out there. Oh God, it was all her fault. These men probably worked for Serpen. He had found her.

  “Sit back, we have a long drive.”

  “Please, my friend needs help. He’ll die out there.”

  “Not our problem,” the one guy said and she cried harder, thinking Prime was going to die and it was all her fault.

  Prime was out of breath. He was going to die right out here by the fucking football field. He used all his energy to make his way onto the open field before the fence. He had to get to the fence. He fell to his knees. The pain in his shoulder and chest was slowing him down. He felt cold and he knew that he was going into shock. He had to get help. They found Isabella and took her. It had to be the men who had taken her. He whistled, then coughed. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, unable to whistle. He was starting to shake really hard. He did the bird call again and again, and crawled to the fence. He heard the whistle blow and then he did the bird call again, pulled himself up against the fence. He could see his brother and then the football players running toward him.

  He fell to his back. His brother jumped the fence and was at his side. “What the fuck happened? You’re bleeding. Call an ambulance, call the sheriff,” he yelled.

  Prime grabbed on to Colt. “They took Bella. They took her. In the woods, they shot me. Two men. I heard an ATV.”

  “Oh fuck.”

  Colt pulled out his cell phone as the other coaches asked what was going on. One of the football players was applying pressure to his wounds. “I’m a paramedic. This will help until the ambulance gets here, Deputy,” the kid, Greg, said to him.

  His vision blurred. “Colt.” He said his brother’s name, heard him telling Finlin what was going on. “Find her, Colt. They’ll hurt her worse this time.”

  “We’ll take care of it, Prime. Finlin is making calls right now and contacting Kever.”

  He could hear the sirens in the distance, Turned his head as his eyes closed and saw the sheriff’s patrol truck and an ambulance driving over the grass and toward him. He really started to shake. “He’s going into shock,” Greg said and he saw the expression on Colt’s face before he closed his eyes and darkness overtook his vision.

  “Fuck!” Finlin roared and slammed his hand down on the table in the Sheriff’s department. He gripped the table in the meeting room. “They’re going to hurt her. Rape her, and maybe kill her this time, and you got nothing? No fucking leads?” he asked, raising his voice.

  Kever was on the speakerphone. Finlin was in a rage. His brother Prime was in surgery, the bullet wedged in his chest, the other in his shoulder. The doctors were concerned and didn’t know what the damage and end result could be. Wesson and Colt were standing there, as well, running their hands through their hair, feeling just as useless and out of control as he did. Alex Weathersen stood by the desk, too, and a few other friends of theirs. Ferrion and Snipe Dortry, mercenaries, offered any help they could give.

  “I’m working on it, Finlin. I’m limited on resources at the moment. Homeland Security and the antiterrorist task force have intel on some movement and a possible lead to these weapons we’ve been trying to track down.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about weapons. I want my woman back, safe and sound. These men held her captive once before and did things to her. They will rape her or kill her this time. I want answers, a location. We have the capabilities to get her out of wherever the fuck she is.”

  “Slow down, Finlin. It isn’t going to work that way. Just listen to me. I want her back safe and sound, too. We’re working different angles. Gerry, my partner, is getting a lead on someone in the government who might have tapped our phones and given Isabella’s location. The same individual may or may not have been connected to assisting in removing those stolen military weapons off a base in South Carolina. All done by computers and fudging credentials and names. Then on top of that, there was chatter about a meet up to potentially complete the deal. If that’s the case, then whoever took Isabella will bring her to that location. She’s part of the deal still.”

  “Jesus,” Kane said and Finlin clenched his teeth.

  “Where is this fucking meet up?” he asked.

  “Looks like New Orleans.”

  “Well, we want in, and to be in the vicinity nearest to her location. We’ll come packing and prepared. These fucks could have killed our brother Prime, and they took our woman. This ends now,” he said.

  “I can’t authorize your involvement.”

  “You don’t need to authorize shit. Send us a location to meet up with you. Keep us in the loop. We have friends that have capabilities beyond yours, Kever. You know what I mean,” he said to him.

  “Fine. I’ll send you an address.”

  “Hey!” Isabella yelled at the guy who just shoved her into the room. They were in some sort of warehouse or something. She didn’t know where they were. Just that she woke up with a terrible headache, and felt weak and exhausted. When she awoke earlier, she had been lying on a bed, hands and ankles tied, and it appeared that they might have stayed overnight in a hotel. They let her use the bathroom there, but then they got her back into the SUV and brought her here to this warehouse. They didn’t try to touch her and she was grateful for that, but now that they were here, at this warehouse, she had a feeling things were about to get worse. She lifted her upper body from the floor.

  “She’s got a lot of spunk in her, I see. You got everything ready?” some tall guy in a suit asked. He stared at her, and squinted. He stepped closer and she recognized him.

  “I know you.”

  “Surprised that you remembered, Isabella. You were just a kid when your father and I did business together.”

  “Why are you doing this? Why am I here?”

  He stared at her as if he were absorbing her features, her body. He reached out and stroked her jaw. “You look so much like your mother. The resemblance is uncanny. No wonder your father wants you dead.” He released her jaw hard and she gasped. If her wrists weren’t bound she’d strike him.

  “The truck is on its way,” one of the men told him.

  “Very good.” He glanced at his watch. “I need everyone in position. That dick Lionel will be out of the picture for good today. Make sure Serpen is ready with the money.”

  “It’s all good, Dominick. We got it covered.”

  “No. Please don’t hand me over to Serpen and Portino. Please,” she begged as tears filled her eyes. She was shaking, she was so scared. After escaping and everything she couldn’t wind up back under their control. Under the command of their hands, and their possession.

  Dominick stared at her. “It will work out fine. He’s going to enjoy you,” he said to her and gazed over her body before he nodded his head for his men to take her from the room. She struggled to get free. She even head-butted one of the men and broke his nose.

  The strike to her jaw sent her to the floor. “Don’t damage her face,” the one guy said and they dragged her through the warehouse and back into the SUV.

  “No! Noooo!” Lionel screamed as his men pulled open the door to the large shipping container and found that it was empty. He felt like he was going to die. Like he couldn’t catch his breath, the pain in his chest indescribable. He panted for a moment. He had the delivery time and location to meet Serpen in the warehouse in New Orleans in an hour. Minus Isabella because he couldn’t find her. Now he had nothing. Fucking nothing. Who double-crossed him? Who stole the weapons? When the main doors to the large garage bay burst open and gunfire erupted, he froze in place. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on as man after man went down, being killed before him and leaving him standing solo with more than a dozen guns pointed at him.

  “Mr. Rathers is waiting for you,” one of them said and two of the men reached for his arms. He tried resisting and they beat him to the ground. Just kept pounding on him until he was weak and couldn’t move. They tied his hands behind his back and dragged him out of there.

  Dominick, you son of a bitch. I hate you. I fucking hate you.

  Dominick stood on the tarmac as the sound of the helicopter rotors almost drowned out his conversation with Soto, Habib’s right-hand man. “The storage container should have arrived about fifteen minutes ago at the location your boss asked for.”

  “It did, and he is very pleased.”

  “I knew he would be.”

  Soto nodded to the three men with him and they began to place several bags of money into the SUV.

  “Your three million, unmarked bills. Habib said it was a pleasure doing business with you. He hopes all loose strings will be cut accordingly.”

  “Yes, they will be, and that special gift I mentioned to him is all set to leave with you.”

  “Excellent. He is looking forward to the new toy,” Soto said and they both glanced toward Lou as Isabella struggled to get free from their hold. Soto nodded and one of his men stopped them, looked her over and then pulled out the syringe. He struck her in the neck and she immediately began to fall. One of Soto’s men lifted her over his shoulder. Her breasts poured from the tank top she wore as he carried her to the helicopter.

  “Tell him I said enjoy,” Dominick said and then Soto got on the helicopter and took off with his men and Isabella. As he got into the SUV, he gave the order to Lou.

  “Let’s go tie up those loose ends, shall we?” They headed toward the warehouse where Serpen, Portino, Casio and Acoda and their men would meet him for the exchange. His men dragged along Lionel. When they got there his men surrounded Serpen’s and Lou shoved a very beaten and battered Lionel to the ground. Lionel laid flat, his palms on the ground, and slowly tried getting up.

  “What the hell is going on?” Serpen asked.

  “Yeah, where are the fucking guns?” Portino asked.

  “You have the money?” Dominick asked Serpen.

  “Yeah, we have the fucking money.”

  “Hand it over,” Dominick said to him.

  “We want to see the weapons.”

  “I had my men move them to a secure location. We’ll finish things up here. Tie some loose ends.”

  “What loose ends?” Serpen asked.

  “The two of you working together to try and screw me over. Now, are we completing this deal or not?”

  “He promised me Isabella.”

  “He also promised you weapons he doesn’t have. I have them. Now where is the fucking money?” Dominick asked.

  All of sudden the warehouse was encased in bright lights, doors burst open and glass windows shattered as FBI agents, military men and others raided the place. Dominick was shocked and he wasn’t going out this way. He began to fire his weapon. The others did, too. They were shooting at one another and he shot Lionel. Lionel fell to the ground, grabbed a gun from one of the guys the agents killed, and he turned and shot him. Then the agents were throwing them onto the ground, cuffing them, reading them their rights.

  Dominick was screaming in anger. “You stupid fuck. You led them here.”

  Lionel laughed. “Who got the last laugh now, asshole.”

  “Shut the fuck up. Where is the woman? Where did you take Isabella?” some guy demanded to know.

  These men started to rough them up. They didn’t look like police, they looked like military. They were dressed in black camo, had guns and other things on them like they could handle anything.

  “You fucking asshole. What kind of father sells his daughter as part of a fucking business deal? Those men hurt her, now where the fuck is she? Tell me now,” the one big guy demanded as he held Lionel by his shirt and shoved him into the wall. Lionel was bleeding from his shoulder.

  “I don’t know where she is. I couldn’t find her or this deal would have been finished a year ago,” Lionel said to them as he coughed and practically fell to the ground. The big guy kicked him.

  “Finlin,” the agent said his name.

  “One of you took her. Where is she?” another guy asked.

  “Long gone from here. Got rid of your daughter for you, Lionel. You never were a good father, or a good husband.”

  “Fuck you, Dominick. I know what you did. I know you fucked my wife behind my back. I fucking killed her. I sent her to her fucking grave,” Lionel yelled at him.

  “I knew you did it, you prick. You fuck. I loved her and you took her from me. You knew she would leave you for me and you couldn’t handle that. I’ve always been better than you, and look, I just screwed you out of three million dollars. To top it off, I made your wish a reality. Isabella became part of my deal. She’s where the weapons are,” he said to Lionel and then he laughed.

  “Where is she, you asshole? Where?” some other guy asked and struck Dominick in the face. “Tell me.”

  “Wesson, don’t fucking kill him,” the agent said to the other big guy.

  “He doesn’t tell me where Isabella is, then I will kill him.”

  Lionel began to laugh and Dominick didn’t understand why. He just stole all his money, the weapons and his daughter from him. Why would he be laughing? Because they both got caught?