Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,43
unfamiliar voice say, “Did you secure the gold mine?”
Another equally unfamiliar voice responded, “The girl? Not yet. I’ll do that now.”
Secure the girl?
The only girl she knew was the only one in the motorhome.
Her.
What did they mean by “gold mine?”
Then it came to her. She was the gold mine. The girl they were to secure.
Where was Dash? Had they killed him to get to her?
Her heart raced as she searched the room for something with which to defend herself. All she had in the bedroom was a blanket, pillows, clothes and shoes. Nothing that could stop a full grown man from knocking her around and tying her up.
Then her gaze skimmed across her guitar on the stand in the corner. It wasn’t heavy enough to knock a man out, but it could stun him long enough to let her get by.
She grabbed the guitar by the neck as the door to the bedroom opened.
Because she was standing behind the door, the man coming through didn’t see her as she swung the guitar, crashing it over his head.
He went down, cursing.
Sunny leaped over his hunched body.
At the same time, the motorhome sped up as if racing across the base. Through the living room seating area, she could see out the front windshield. They were approaching the perimeter gate.
Two MPs stood in front of them waving their hands.
Instead of slowing, the driver punched the accelerator, making the lumbering coach go even faster.
The MPs dove to each side to avoid being run over.
The coach broke through the gate and the barriers, rocking the big beast of a vehicle right then left.
Sunny fell to the floor where she found Dash’s inert form.
Her heart squeezed hard in her chest as she scrambled to find a pulse. When she did, she almost cried.
He was alive. But why wasn’t he moving?
A man near the front turned toward her, a frown setting between his eyebrows. “What the hell?”
He raised his hand and pointed a weapon at Sunny’s chest.
Sunny dove as he pulled the trigger.
“Fuck!” a voice called out behind her.
She turned to see the taser wires clinging to the chest of the man she’d hit with the guitar.
Good. He’d be out of commission for a few minutes at least, giving her time to figure out what to do about the man wielding the taser.
The motorhome burst out into the open, racing through the darkness. They wouldn’t get far in the big vehicle. Others could easily catch up to them, once they learned the coach had been hijacked.
Sunny just had to stay alert and keep the man with the taser distracted until help caught up with them.
A foot bounced against her ankle. She jerked back but realized quickly it was Dash. He must have been tased and was just starting to come out of the temporary paralysis.
“Pocket,” he gritted out.
She dropped to her knees beside Dash. “What did you say?”
“Pocket,” he whispered.
She scrambled to find whatever he wanted her to fetch when her fingers closed around a small handgun. She pulled it free and tucked it into the front of her jeans, covering it with her blouse before she straightened.
The tall man with the gray hair and gray eyes, and holding the empty taser gun, sneered at her. “All I got to say is my buyer better pay up. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass from the git go.”
Sunny recognized the face and the voice from their meeting earlier. “Desmond Housman.”
He nodded his head and pulled a gun from a holster beneath his jacket.
“You can’t shoot me,” Sunny said. “I’m your golden ticket.”
“You’re right. But I can shoot your lover. He’s worth nothing to me.”
Sunny stepped between Housman and Dash. “You’ll have to shoot me first.”
“No,” Dash said from the floor, his body rocking side to side, if only slightly.
“Shh, Hayes,” Sunny said. “Housman and I are having a discussion.”
“That’s right. Your woman is spunky as well as talented. The sheik footing the bill will have his hands full with this one in his haram.”
“He won’t have his hands full of me,” Sunny said. “I’m not going anywhere with you or anyone else selling human beings like cattle. You’re a despicable man.”
“I might be despicable,” Housman said. “But this sale will allow me to retire to a little island in the south Pacific. I won’t have to beat the bushes in Afghanistan ever again.”
“You didn’t have to in the first place,” Sunny said. “Selling human beings is the lowest of lows a man can sink to.”