“Hey, hey, are you okay? You’re not having that baby, are you?” I am half joking when I ask but I’m scared that’s exactly what is happening.
The sound of a lock being turned makes me look over in the direction of the door. The man who enters is the same one who deceived me into believing he was a harmless drunk earlier.
I watch in horror as he makes his way over and kicks me. His eyes rake over my body as if he’s undressing me and I’m horrified when I see him rubbing his hand over his hardened cock.
“Get the fuck away from me!”
“Maybe I fuck my first American girl today,” he growls, eyeing me as if he’s already sticking his nasty dick in me.
“He’ll kill you, motherfucker. He is going to find me and when he does, he’s going to kill you.” I’m so busy screaming at the dirt bag who beat me up to bring me here that I don’t even notice the suited man standing in the doorway.
“Leave the feisty little American alone,” he directs the man and then asks him to leave. The man huffs and then walks away, acting as if he’s disappointed that the opportunity to accost me is interrupted.
“She needs help,” I speak in the direction of the man who is clearly the brains of this black market baby scam.
“I don’t give a fuck if she dies in a puddle of her own blood as long as that baby lives.” His nonchalant attitude as he speaks of the woman’s death gives me chills. This man is the embodiment of calm before the storm. “Her receiving the help she needs is contingent upon you telling me who sent you.”
“I’m not telling you a damn thing.”
He ignores the anger I exhibit and continues talking. “Were you hired by a private organization or sent by the American authorities?”
“What the fuck gives you the impression I’ll tell you anything? I think my manners and any hope for my cooperation went out the window when you had your thug beat me up and bring me here against my will.”
He lunges in my direction, faster than my mind can process his movement. His fingers roughly dig into my scalp, pulling at the roots of my hair, and I wince in pain. A sadistic look of pleasure passes over his face at the sight of my discomfort.
“I don’t give a fuck how you were brought here; manners are of the utmost importance to me and you would do well to remember that when speaking to me.”
“Manners? Are you fucking kidding me? Let me out of these chains and we’ll talk about manners.”
The woman in the corner is now writhing in pain and I am convinced she is going to have her baby whether I’m prepared or not. “She needs help.”
“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll get her the help she needs.”
“I’m not telling you shit!”
I watch in disbelief as he stands and brushes the imaginary dirt from his suit pants. “Very well, her blood is on your hands.”
As if prophetically confirming his statement, I look over and see blood seeping through the tattered dress she’s wearing. This is not good. That amount of blood means one of two things. Either she is giving birth or she is starting to hemorrhage. Neither one of those options are good in these conditions. I need Cash to find me. I find myself suddenly being very glad I didn’t resist that tracking device; it will ensure that he finds me. It’s only a matter of time.
Chapter Fourteen
Cash
I jerk my desk drawer open and grab one of my burner phones. I’m going to need help getting her out of wherever it is she’s being held. Hunter will only be a click away from finding the information I need. He gives a whole new meaning to the word hacker. He answers on the first ring.
“I was just getting ready to call you. I’m already on it, bro. As soon as she went out of range, I started working on it. She is at the residence of Marco DeMeo. He’s a local bigwig that manufactures trucking tires, of all things, and she’s being held at one of his warehouses. We are going to need to wait until the sun goes down to infiltrate the place without being seen though. It doesn’t look like it’s going to be hard to get in, just a couple of security cameras and some goons watching over the property. Sniper is already here with me and I’m thinking the three of us should be able to have her out of there by tonight.”
“Damn it! I don’t want to wait until the sun goes down, bro.”
“We’ve got no choice if we’re going to get in there without being seen.”
I hang up the phone. I’m going to have to do one of the hardest things I have ever been faced with—wait. It is one thing to wait to rescue a client but waiting is a whole different issue when it’s the woman you love. Months of bonding occurred as I watched her. She was like vapor, seeping into my world unnoticed, and she has completely infiltrated me.