SEAL's Embrace - Makenna Jameison Page 0,69

They could be in Mexico by now.”

He pulled to a stop at a red light, cursing under his breath. Hailey was still recovering. She was probably scared out of her mind if this asshole had kidnapped her. Was he going to hurt her? Kill her? The thought of another man touching what was his made his blood boil.

He’d never even gotten a chance to tell Hailey the extent of his feelings for her. Yes, everything had happened quickly, but he’d known as soon as he saw her that she was his. He was falling in love with her—her infectious laugh, her intelligence, her playful bantering. And physically? Damn. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to run his hands over her soft curves, to feel her body against his. They’d made out on his sofa a few times, but he hadn’t slept with her yet. He’d wanted to respect her and take things slowly.

Her response every time they’d kissed let him know they were on the same page. Yes, they were progressing slowly, but once they were together? He had a feeling they’d combust. The chemistry between them was crazy. He wanted to kiss her everywhere—to see if her nipples were the same dusty pink shade as her lips, to taste her sweetness as he went down on her. And God—to make her explode in his arms, crying out his name, was a privilege he’d kill for.

His knuckles were practically white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and pulled forward. Ethan was beside him, texting the rest of the team.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Grayson muttered, his gaze sweeping the city streets.

“We need to find out more on this asshole Black Howell to get an idea of where he might take her,” Ethan said.

“Agreed.”

“Blake’s still on base and going to look into it.”

Grayson nodded, too angry to say anything else. His phone buzzed, and he didn’t even glance at the screen. “Ghost,” he said as he answered.

“I found her cell,” Ace said. “I’m texting you the coordinates right now.”

Grayson’s heart pounded in his chest. “Where?” he got out, his voice harsh.

“Near the highway—”

He didn’t finish speaking. Grayson was already handing his phone to Ethan and turning around. Ethan barked out the coordinates as Grayson sped up. They’d found her. They’d fucking found her.

Chapter 19

Hailey blinked in confusion as she woke up. Her head throbbed, although not quite as intensely as when she’d been injured in Bagram. She groaned as she shifted, then gasped in horror as she realized she was tied to a bed.

“Help!” she called out weakly.

She heard a dark chuckle coming from somewhere, and then the door to the room she was in opened. There was no light on, only what was coming in from the hallway. How much time had passed? Where was she?

Her stomach churned as she saw Black moving toward her. He wasn’t holding a gun anymore, but something about the way he moved seemed off. Was he on something?

“I couldn’t do it,” he said, walking closer to her. She smelled the alcohol on his breath and wondered how much he’d had to drink. “No matter how much of a cut they offered to pay me, I couldn’t shoot you. You’re just too goddamn pretty to throw away like garbage.”

“What do you want?” she whispered. “Please let me go.”

“I can’t do that,” he slurred. “I would love to fuck you though.”

She gasped and pulled at the restraints on her wrists. Her arms were tied to the headboard, but her ankles were merely tied together. If he got close enough, she could lift both legs and kick him. He paused and swayed slightly on his feet. She was positively terrified, but at the moment, she was actually thankful he was as drunk as he was. He seemed too inebriated to rape her.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Money. He blackmailed me because he knew about my drinking problem.”

“Who?” she asked in confusion.

“Dave. The IT asshole over in Bagram. He was feeding intel to the enemy—fucking traitor. I figured it out, but he blackmailed me when he found out I’m an alcoholic. It’s a disease you know,” he said, stumbling as he moved closer to her. “A disease,” he repeated.

“So you…what? Thought you’d kill me?”

“I had to do whatever he wanted,” Black said. “I have to admit, you’re way too pretty to kill though. You’ve got that creamy pale skin, a nice rack—fuck, I’ll love seeing what’s under your clothes. I’ll keep you here until Dave comes.”

“This is crazy!”