Free Battlefield by Heather C. Myers Page A

lock fell out of place.  He had obviously invested in strong-hold gel.  “No, your name is gorgeous.”  It took everything in Devyn to refrain from rolling her eyes at his attempt at some kind of pickup line.  Did he think he was being flattering?  Was this some kind of attempt to…  Devyn couldn’t even finish the sentence.  She didn’t understand her predicament whatsoever.  “You know,” he continued, leaning in just a little too close for Devyn’s taste.  “I really do hope you make it when you engage in your mission.  I wouldn’t want anything to happen to your pretty face…”  He let his voice trail off, and then, without warning, reached up and traced the edge of her jaw line with the pad of his index finger.
     
    Before Devyn could stop herself, her natural instincts took over, and she coiled her long fingers into a fist and socked the Director in the face.  Because she was stronger than most women, Stewart stumbled back a bit, but regained his balance.  Immediately, the two guards stepped forward and grabbed either arm, restraining her.  Devyn didn’t care; his nose was bleeding, and that made everything worth it.
     
    The Director looked at her with a wild sparkle in his blue eyes, and he took another step forward.  Devyn swallowed, but wasn’t exactly afraid.  If she needed to, it would be easy to knock out the men holding onto her, and defending herself against the Director would be easy as long as he didn’t call in any backup.  He leaned in real close to her, making sure he maintained eye contact with her, before saying through gritted teeth, “I have more money than God, sugar.  I could fucking buy you if I wanted.”
     
    Devyn scrunched her nose, hoping the blood dripping from his nose wouldn’t seep into her skin.  She didn’t need that.  “I’m not a doll,” she told him, her voice tight.
     
    Stewart reached out and placed a hand over her breast before squeezing it.  “You sure look like one,” he taunted, his smirk now dark and delighted.  “And you feel like one.”
     
    This time, Devyn actually did think about what happened next, but pursued it despite the obvious consequences.  She kneed him in his groin as hard as she could.  The Director let out a grunt of pain and dropped down, water accumulating in his eyes.  Devyn pressed her lips together to keep from smiling, but her resolve at completing that task wasn’t exactly firm.
     
    Surprisingly enough, Stewart managed to pull himself together, and though it hurt like nothing else, stood up and slapped Devyn across her face so hard her lip split open.  Stinging pain erupted in Devyn’s face, and she knew that this was her fault.  She had gotten cocky, and had underestimated the Director.  Never again, she promised.
     
    “You belong to me, girl,” he snapped, his face centimeters away from hers.  “I’ll touch you wherever I want.”  With that, Stewart nodded at the two guards, and they nodded back before leading Devyn out of the room and throwing her out of their grasp.
     
    Devyn managed to catch herself before falling, but her body was seething with fury that she desperately needed to get out of her system.  Luckily, she believed training was still going on, and as a result, she could take out her anger on Rachel, or even Gerard if he was willing.  She just needed to let loose in order to not think about it, to think about everything that had happened to her.  Thankfully, she had fought back.  In that way, he underestimated her in return.  But she probably wouldn’t have that advantage again.
     
    Luckily for her, Gerard, Hugh, and Rachel were in the usual training place, so she didn’t have to go out of her way to find anyone.  At that moment, she decided she wanted to fight with Rachel.  She knew Gerard would be asking questions and she didn’t want to deal with it because she didn’t have any answers.
     
    The three stopped what they were doing when they saw Devyn approach,