Love You Madly(46)

The boots returned, and before she could blink, Cal had crossed the room and bent down. Meeting her gaze.

“Didn’t think you were going to get away, did you?”

Then he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her out.

…

The last conscious guy was determined to hold out. Travis eyed the restraints this scum had likely used on dozens of girls before and used them to wrap around the guy’s wrists.

The man chuckled. “What, you think you can make me talk? I got nothing to lose.”

“Wrong.” Travis shot the guy in the shoulder. But other than sucking air in a little tighter and grimacing, he didn’t say anything. “You’re going to tell me about this sale you and your buddy were talking about. Where it’s at. Who the guy in charge is.”#p#分页标题#e#

He didn’t respond, looking stubbornly away from Travis.

Travis put a bullet in the guy’s left knee. This time he howled in pain.

“You’ll be lucky if they manage to put that kneecap back together. So don’t screw with me again. Now…” Travis aimed the gun in the direction of the guy’s groin. “Tell me what you know or I’ll make sure you lose the physical capacity to screw anyone again.”

Man, the puns were rolling off his tongue now, like some bad B movie, but the guy didn’t seem to even appreciate them, as he actually shook. Whether from pain or fear, Travis didn’t know or care.

“I don’t know the guy. I don’t. Never met him.”

“Let’s start with what you do you know. And speak fast. I’m not feeling particularly patient.”

The guy was sweating now and tried his bonds one last time before speaking. “Every few months, we get a call. That we’re back in business again, you know, recruiting girls. They all come here first for…examination. Some stay, but most go. I don’t know where, I swear. At the end of the one- to two-week period, they’re sold. And we all get a take in the profits.”

“What do you do with the girls here when you’re—” Travis sneered and almost spit out the words. “When you have no further need for them?”

“This guy Carlos usually buys them from us. Pays”—he stopped as a spasm of pain shook him—“five thousand a girl. He runs his own permanent business down south.”

Travis grabbed the photo from his pocket. He’d checked all eight rooms for any signs of Darcy. Seven girls, all drugged up on God knew what. But no Darcy. “This girl. Where is she?”

He blinked and squinted at the picture for a minute. “She wasn’t here long. Just long enough for us to contact the boss, let him know she’d arrived. They took her to another place to wait f-for the sale.”

Travis leaned down and pressed the gun against the guy’s package. “Where?”

The guy squirmed, trying to get away despite whatever pain it caused him from his bleeding leg. “I told you! Shit. The less we know the better. All I know is the sale goes down tomorrow. I don’t know where. We never do. They change. It’s usually held by seven, maybe eight, and the girls are sent off with the buyer. But the boss has some big party thing to go to, so we’re delaying it until midnight.”

Travis looked at him another moment, meeting the guy’s wide, panicked eyes. It was likely as good as he was going to get. With a smile, he fired the gun. And missed. Intentionally.

The spread of urine gave Travis a little satisfaction, but not as much as when he clocked the guy with the butt of the gun and he crumpled over.

Travis had to find Meredith and get out of here. He did a head account. Four guys. He’d taken out, in one way or another, four guys. One was missing. The goddamn cowboy.

Who’d had a hard-on for Meredith since he’d seen her.

Damn it. He raced to the stairs. If that guy did anything to her, he wouldn’t get any warnings before Travis fired.

…

He’d dragged her across the room as she kicked and screamed, trying to loosen his grip on her. But the son of a bitch was stronger than she’d given him credit, and her fight had done little to deter him. She’d been helpless then, pinned against the wall, her wrists held painfully above her head. Trying to figure out how she could distract him when the inescapable sound of a gun firing had them both whipping their heads to the door.

“What the—” he started.
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Not wasting a moment, Meredith took advantage of his confusion and brought her knee up and into his groin. The guy bent forward and Meredith used the inertia to bring her wrists down, breaking his hold. Still clutching her cell phone, she smashed it against the guy’s nose.