there as comfortable as possible, including the doctor who was supposed to administer the drugs and get her confession. It had been a damn good thing Gabe Brennan had been on his side, otherwise things could have gone very, very badly.
His smile was sharp as a blade and he moved closer, forcing her to change the angle she was holding the weapon. He leaned down to her ear again and felt her sudden intake of breath.
“Now, sweetheart. You’re going to hurt my feelings. The only plans I have that involve screwing you over have us both naked and me sliding hard and hot inside of you.” He let his gaze roam down her body and watched her nipples harden into tight peaks. “It looks like we’re halfway there.”
He knew she was going to strike before she did, and his fingers were already pressing down on the pressure points in her wrist. She dropped the gun as her hand went numb and gasped as she tried to move out of his hold.
“Over my dead body.”
“We could be closer to that than you think. We’ve already wasted too much time. This fight can wait for another day.”
He moved away from the bed and went to her drawers, quickly tossing panties and a bra, shorts and a thin cotton tank top onto the bed.
They both heard the slightest scrape coming from the front of the house, and that’s all it took to spur her into action. She quickly put on the clothes and Declan pulled the gun from the small of his back, moving to look out the window. The side of the house had good coverage from trees, and he didn’t see any of the mercenaries lurking outside. That more than anything told him he wasn’t dealing with professionals.
Sophia grabbed an old pair of tennis shoes from beneath the bed, slid them onto her feet, and then grabbed the cameo necklace that belonged to her grandmother, fastening it quickly around her neck. He’d never seen her without it, and he’d always thought it suited her.
He motioned her over and she came immediately, and he was glad she at least trusted him enough to get her out of this.
The window was already open about an inch, and he slid it the rest of the way up, thankful it was a metal frame instead of one of the old wooden ones that would be swollen from the humidity and hard to budge. The window was narrow and he had to twist his body to squeeze through, but he did so quickly and efficiently, dropping silently to the ground. He kept low, not wanting to make himself a target by standing next to the white of the house, and he motioned for Sophia to follow.
Her eyes were wide and frightened and her hand shook slightly as she grabbed the edge of the windowsill. He waited until she was perched on the edge and then reached out and lifted her the rest of the way down. He didn’t bother setting her on her feet, but instead hugged her against him protectively and ran. His steps were light, never making a sound, and Sophia stiffened in his arms as muffled curses came from inside her home once they figured out she was gone.
“She’s gone,” a deep voice called out. “Find her.”
Lights flipped on throughout the house, and Dec pulled up behind a tree before looking back at the house. He counted at least six men walking through, tossing her mattress to look under the bed and pulling out the clothes in her closet to make sure she wasn’t hiding inside. The sounds of shattering glass had her flinching in his arms and he held her closer, wanting to make them pay for destroying what little she had left.
These guys definitely weren’t professionals. If he’d been going in with a team in a similar situation he would’ve cut the breakers and they all would have been outfitted with night vision.
He started running again, one hand holding his gun and the other holding on to Sophia. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she held on for dear life, and he could feel the thud of her heart against his own.
The layout of the land was visible in his mind and he knew they were getting close to another gulley.