Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,42

water in the microwave when another knock sounded on the door.

Figuring it was Rucker, he gave a quick glance through the window anyway.

Instead of Rucker, Floyd stood there, a nervous look on his face.

Dash opened the door. “Mr. Pendleton, what brings you here this late.”

“I was just out checking the line. Where are your bodyguards?” Floyd asked. He darted a look to the right as if he was worried someone would come at him.

Dash stepped down one step and glanced to the right. Stewy wasn’t in the same position he’d been just moments before.

When he looked the other direction, he heard a sound from inside the motorhome.

He turned to check it out when something hit him in the back.

Fiery pain rippled through him and rendered his muscles useless. He collapsed into the coach, his head hitting the side of a cabinet. Pain shot through his temple as he lay immobile on the floor. He couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything.

Someone lifted his legs and tried to drag him out of the motorhome.

“We don’t have time,” someone said. “Just close the door and go!”

The slam of the driver’s and passenger’s door echoed through the coach, and the engine roared to life.

A man stepped over him, dragged his legs into the coach and shut the door. He kicked him in the side, sending a burst of pain through Dash.

“You’ll re…gret…” he forced out.

“I doubt it. Not when the price for your pretty singer is over a million dollars.”

The voice sounded familiar, but Dash couldn’t quite put his finger on who it was. Not someone he knew personally, but someone he’d recently met.

Lying face-down, Dash couldn’t see who was talking. He couldn’t turn his head to identify the men.

Though his body had shut down, Dash’s mind kept churning. The tall man with the gray eyes the women had described could be Desmond Housman. The work he was doing for the military as a contractor gave him access to a lot of different bases in Afghanistan.

The bastard.

He willed his arms and legs to work, but they were useless.

“What did you do with the tour dude?” said a man with an east coast accent. The two men were near the front of the motor home.

“He saw my face,” the man Dash figured was Housman said. “Yeah. He had to go.”

“What about the two bodyguards?” the east coast dude said.

“They didn’t see me. I hit one with the taser. Jones gave the other one the same. They might be shaking out of it soon. All the more reason to get the hell off this base as quickly as possible,” Housman said. “Did you secure the gold mine?”

East Coast Dude chuckled. “The girl? Not yet. I’ll do that now.”

The motorcoach lurched and started moving.

“We’re going through the fence,” Housman said. “Hold on and be ready to get down if the sentries start shooting. But since we’re leaving, they might not be as inclined to fire on us, especially since we’re in a motorhome.”

East Coast Dude stepped over Dash and into his view. “What should be do about this guy?”

“When we ditch this bus, we’ll burn it, with him in it.”

Damn. If he was going to get out of this situation alive, the taser’s effect needed to wear off quickly. And he would get out of this alive. The woman he was falling in love with was about to be kidnapped and sold to someone willing to pay a million dollars for her.

No wonder Housman was so determined to catch her.

A little tingling started in his fingers and toes. He still couldn’t move them, but it gave him hope. If they just didn’t make the transfer until he had use of his body, he’d find a way out of this mess. How the hell had he let them get to him? He was better than that.

Until he’d lost focus, making love to a beautiful woman.

Chapter 11

Sunny woke to the sound of the engine rumbling beneath her. She stretched and felt the empty space beside her. The door to the bedroom was closed. Dash must have gotten up when the crew left the base.

She dressed quickly in jeans and a white blouse, buttoning it as she fished for her shoes in the closet.

Once she was dressed, she glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Three o’clock in the morning?

She could hear voices on the other side of the door and was curious to find out why they were leaving so early.

As she reached for the doorhandle, she heard an