Billionaire Untamed - Tate(30)

“Move away from him.” The leader with the knife was back in front of them again in a heartbeat.

Dammit!

Lara moved obediently, not wanting Tate to be punished any further for trying to rescue her. She should have been more prepared for this scenario, should have watched for anyone to enter the hangar. But she’d made a tragic mistake: she’d gotten distracted emotionally. Her heart had broken as she watched Tate’s sense of betrayal play out in front of her.

The leader had a punishing grip on her arm, and as she jerked to pull away, he grasped her by the hair and dislodged the clip that held the unruly locks away from her face. She winced in pain as he tugged hard to bring her in front of him, and then pushed on her skull. “Down. You will suck me now. If you do anything that doesn’t feel good, your boyfriend is dead.”

Boyfriend? Did he not know that Tate was Marcus’s brother? She spoke very little Arabic, so she hadn’t been able to make out the rapid-fire conversation Marcus had with the terrorists. Although this man obviously spoke some English, she didn’t know about the others.

Nobody except me heard Marcus’s conversation with Tate. It’s weird that he didn’t identify Tate as his brother.#p#分页标题#e#

Lara went down to her knees as the bastard tugged hard on her hair and forced her head down with the other hand. She gagged just from the thought of putting this murderous asshole’s penis in her mouth. It was her nature to fight, but Tate’s life was at stake, and he was already wounded. She’d do whatever she had to do to stall for time, even if she’d rather put her skull in his balls with every ounce of strength she had right now.

He fumbled with the fly on his pants with one hand, while he held her steady with her hair wrapped around his other beefy paw.

“Lara, goddammit, no!” Tate howled. He moved to lift his leg to take down Lara’s tormenter.

He didn’t make it. All three of the other men were needed to yank Tate back before he could take the terror boss off his feet with a swift kick. Tate had been ready to execute the move, but was jerked back just before he could swing his leg.

Lara never saw the hand coming toward her face because her eyes were on Tate; the man in front of her landed a powerful blow to her cheek. Her eyes teared from the stinging pain, and she tilted toward the side. Unable to keep her balance with her hands tied, she collapsed on the concrete floor sideways, only to be yanked back to her knees seconds later by her hair. “You move again and she gets punished for it,” the leader grunted. He sent a warning, merciless glance at Tate.

Her head still whirled and her vision was blurry from the forceful blow her face had taken. Her skull had connected with the concrete when she’d fallen, which had further scrambled her brain. Lara stared at the erect penis in front of her face, almost glad her eyesight was fuzzy.

Don’t think about it. Just do it. If I throw up on him while he’s forcing me to suck him, he can’t blame me for that. I just need time. Just a little more time and I know the team stationed around the airport will get in. I have to keep Tate alive.

“I swear to God that I’ll cut your dick off and shove it down your throat if you don’t let go of her,” Tate growled.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Marcus’s voice sounded across the room.

Keep everybody happy just a little longer.

Her captor jerked on her hair again to bring her face to his groin, and Lara struggled not to heave.

Then, suddenly she was free, released in a hail of gunfire that had her hitting the floor on purpose this time. She turned her head, terrified to look at Tate, but she had to know whether he was still alive.

Tate was free, and not only was he alive, but he’d obviously grabbed one of the men’s guns and disarmed the other two. He held the weapon that had sent a hail of bullets straight into her attacker, the man lying dead on the floor not more than five feet away from her. He was panting and obviously furious, his eyes as hard as steel as he watched Marcus and the other two men fly out of the storage room. Both of the men at Marcus’s side hesitated and picked up the guns that they had taken away from her and Tate.

Two of the guns they had were her weapons, so Lara knew they were both completely loaded.

“FBI! Drop your guns! Now!” The screaming male voice came from the entrance door.

Thank God. The team was finally here and inside the hangar.

The man who had grabbed her Glock 23 raised it toward the booming voice, and gunfire rang ferociously in the cavernous building.

Tate sprinted and flung himself on top of her, knocking the wind out of her body as he surrounded her head with his arms. Lara was stunned when she realized that he was protecting her with his body, making certain she wasn’t hit by stray bullets.