“Okay. Good job, honey. I want you to let Finn and Salvatore take care of you. You can trust them. I want them to bring you back home and watch over you until we catch these men and find Eliza Grace,” Tazer told her.
“It’s Si and Vic and Daville. They want her for themselves. I heard them in the meeting room. They said they killed you and Lynch and could kill Parker and Burker too if she didn’t cooperate. She hadn’t believed them and so he said I would die if she didn’t go with them. She was saving me and you guys too,” she said as more tears rolled down her cheeks.
“We’ll get to her. We’ll find her in time and we’ll take care of Si and his crew of shit,” Tazer told her and then they left and Finn lifted her up into his arms and carried her out of the room and to an SUV. He and Salvatore never left her side. She was so scared, still shaking, knowing that she came so close to losing her virginity and getting raped by those drunk men. She clung to Finn and he held her close as Salvatore drove the SUV.
“Those men, the ones who hurt me.”
“Are dead. They can never hurt you again, Missy Ann. Never,” Finn whispered.
* * * *
“We got it. The place is in the middle of the fucking woods of West Virginia,” Burker told the men as they gathered at the airport. Commander Lancaster came through with help and with a military plane to get them wherever they needed to go. He had his daughter back and it would take a lot of counseling and patience to help her get through the traumatic experience she had. When he found out about Eliza Grace being taken and about Missy Ann nearly getting raped, he offered all his help. Flours was there to assist as well. More proof came up that Si, Vic and Daville were the masterminds behind the prostitution ring. They were the last men to get.
“Let’s get on the fucking plane and take off. It’s been over twenty-four hours since they took Eliza Grace. God knows what those fuckers have done to her,” Lynch said as they all boarded the plane. Parker and Burker were trying on their computers and Burker had a satellite phone to his ear. “We’ve got satellite images on the house. I’m getting a live view but we might lose it on takeoff,” Burker said and moved the laptop between him and his brothers. They buckled in and saw the live shot as the engines came to life and the plane began to move down the runway. Burker knew that once they landed it was a good thirty-minute ride to the location. Then they would have to ease their way in and hope there weren’t traps set up and security. They would get better images and heat images too once they were on the scene.
“Jesus, there are a bunch of men there,” Lynch said over Burker’s shoulder. “Well, we have a bunch here and the four of us know what to do. We handle this like a military mission. We move swiftly and carefully, take out the security guys, then get in there fast or Si could kill her and get final revenge on us,” Lynch said to them.
“We’re not going to let that happen,” Tazer said to them.
“No, we’re doing this together. Eliza Grace is coming home with us and in one piece. This is the last operation for me. I’m never going to let Eliza Grace out of my sights ever again,” Parker said to them and they mumbled in agreement.
Burker looked at the images as the plane took off and the cabin remained silent. This was going to be tricky. They didn’t know the area, they were unsure of how many bad guys there were, and their minds were on rescuing Eliza Grace before Si and his two buddies could hurt her further. Burker couldn’t stop thinking about what they might have done so far. It was more than a day’s time. They were moving in on two days. What if they already raped her? How would they get through all of that? He swallowed hard and willed the tears away. She was so petite and sweet. She didn’t deserve this. Just like she hadn’t deserved almost getting gang raped in college. He made a promise then and there, that when they found her and brought her home he would protect her every day for the rest of his life. No matter what.
* * * *
Eliza Grace was shivering. She was cold and tired and in a lot of pain. The chains they attached to her ankles and her wrists weighed her down and kept her from trying to escape. She did try though. Multiple times and each try they stopped her, taking turns beating her down and making her beg for them to stop. She saw the bruises on her body, the scrapes against her breasts and her arms. She was on the floor by the table. Their table as they ate above her. She was curled up in a ball trying to hide her breasts and her mound from the other men. They barely came inside and it was obvious they were on guard in case her men showed up. She prayed they could find her. Daville had stripped her to her panties and bra. They were going to break her down and make her beg for them to protect her and care for her. They kept telling her that her men were dead and so was Missy Ann.