Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,2

Lindsey Walters, there wasn’t a place on this earth where she could hide.

Until the fucker was dead.

And I intended on pulling the trigger.

Chapter 2

Lindsey

I struggled in the large man’s arms, trying desperately to get away from him.

Punish?

Who did the asshole think he was to threaten me? I’d been punished enough as it was, but I knew one thing for certain.

I was going to die. There was no other possibility.

Whether the two assailants murdered me or the asshole who’d stolen me from the camp where I was working found me, I was a dead woman. Three treacherous weeks had shifted into something out of a horror movie.

Granted, I’d prayed for some kind of release, for a hero to come walking through the locked door in order to save me. Then he’d sweep me out of the jungle to some incredible Caribbean beach, completely safe and protected. But my fantasy hadn’t included a man in dark clothing breaking in through the window, telling me in no uncertain terms that he’d punish me for the slightest infraction.

That had just happened, so was I dreaming or just losing my mind?

Please, God. Please…

I wasn’t normally a religious person, but I prayed the cross surrounding my neck had some magical powers. A nervous laugh almost bubbled to the surface. Fairytales weren’t real. I expected to hear rounds of gunfire at any second. I’d heard enough rounds of ammunition fired to last me the rest of my life. Instead, the muffled sounds of slithering creatures in the jungle only added to the nightmarish feel.

Fear.

I’d known various levels of fear during my life, but nothing paralyzing until the horrific night I’d been captured by ugly beasts disguised as soldiers weeks before. I’d been tied and tossed into the back of a vehicle, driven miles away from my original location. All the while, I’d understood the filthy words spoken in Spanish of what the bastards had wanted to do with me.

“The little bitch deserves a hard cock shoved into her pretty pink pussy.”

“I think the princess needs a session with a real man.”

“Maybe she’d like stiff cock as a meal.”

Yet they hadn’t touched me, likely for fear of what their boss would do. I’d realized quickly that the Serpent’s authority was akin to God. The Serpent. The only name I’d ever heard the monster referred to as, the majority of those around him treating the man like the holy one instead of the murderous beast he truly was.

I’d been tossed into and locked in a windowless room where I’d been forced to stay for several days, or so I believed. Time had ceased to exist, my imagination working overtime as I’d heard nothing but the scuttling sound of rats or snakes or God knows what. The Serpent had wanted to break me down, to rip away my resolve, but the bastard had failed.

When he’d provided a beautifully adorned room with no way out, that had honestly been worse. That’s when I’d been forced to tolerate the Serpent’s advances as well as his attention. What I’d endured was the thing nightmares were made of. Nightmares plagued me, my mind starting to lose its grip on just how long I’d been kept a prisoner. I’d even begun to accept the fact I’d never see the United States again.

Now this.

Several hours of being carried like a sack of potatoes through the dense jungle, blood-sucking insects feasting on human flesh, the wretched sounds of predatory animals and reptiles the only thing I’d been able to concentrate on. My captors had said nothing, not a single additional word after capturing me in the middle of the night, threatening to punish me. From what I’d been able to see, I knew they were heavily armed, as if preparing for a war.

Or retaliation.

I’d fought at first until exhaustion had settled in. Still, they had no idea what kind of woman they had in their clutches. I’d continue to do so until I found a method of getting away from them. For all I knew, they could be mercenaries for some other horrible organization.

I moaned as loudly as the thick tape would allow, managing to knee the asshole in the gut.

The hard crack on my backside was his way of reminding me to remain quiet, his groan giving me satisfaction.

“Up here,” I finally heard the second man whisper. I was able to detect a Spanish accent, his voice husky and dark.

I tried to pay attention to where they’d taken me, but the dense jungle and the darkness