Free SEAL’s Desire by Elle James Page B

me.” He leaped up on the stage and charged toward the back.
    The two bouncers flanking the stage jumped up, grabbed Remy’s arms and tried to haul him off. One of them landed a punch to his belly.
    Pain was numbed by his determination to get to the back door before Hatch left with Mitchell. He ducked and twisted out of one man’s grip, plowed his shoulder into his gut, lifted him off the ground and dropped him on his ass.
    The downed man scrambled to his feet and charged toward Remy.
    Still caught in the other man’s grip, Remy braced himself for impact.
    A pretty, high-heeled foot shot out, tripping the attacker and he fell flat on his face.
    “I always wanted to do that.” The dancer, Dixie Lee, smiled and danced off.
    Dustman jerked the other thug away from Remy and slammed his fist into the guy’s face. The man toppled like a tree.
    A woman behind the stage screamed and ran.
    Remy raced into the dressing room back stage.
    A brunette dressed as a French maid stepped in front of him. “Looking for me?” Her eyelids sank low over her eyes.
    “Nope.” Grabbing her arms, he set her to the side.
    The woman pouted. “Yeah, baby, I like my men rough.”
    Remy ignored her and pushed on.
    The other ladies, in various states of nudity, didn’t even pretend to cover themselves, flashing their breasts in his face and calling out as he and his teammates raced for the back exit.
    “Call me, sweet cheeks.”
    “I could ride a stud like you.”
    Irish groaned and muttered, “Eyes front, eyes front.” Despite all the temptation, he kept pace behind Remy with Dustman bringing up the rear.
    “They’re on the move!” Swede called into Remy’s headset.
    Remy burst through the backdoor. Taillights flashed at the end of the alley as a limousine turned onto the street and drove off.
    “They’re headed south on Market Street. Mount up!”
    Gut clenched into a tight wad, Remy ran for the front of the Naughty Ladies Lounge.
    Tuck was already in his SUV pulling forward. “Get in!” he shouted.
    Remy grabbed the door handle before the vehicle came to a full halt and dove into the front passenger seat. Big Bird scrambled behind the wheel of the van in which Swede had set up shop.
    Irish ran for his vehicle, calling out. “Don’t wait on us, we’ll catch up.” Dustman and Fish clambered into his vehicle.
    Tuck gunned the accelerator, spitting up gravel as he turned in the direction Swede indicated.
    “Where are they now?” Remy demanded, praying the van could keep pace with them or they’d get out of range of their radios really quickly.
    “Still headed south. No, wait. In about a quarter of mile, turn left at a major intersection.”
    “Don’t lose them,” Remy said, fighting to keep his voice calm.
    “I’m not as afraid of losing them as losing you guys,” Swede responded. “The tracking device she has implanted is strong and steady. You might have to slow down for us. This van doesn’t manage the curves as well as your vehicles.”
    Remy’s fingers curled around the armrest, his fingers digging into the upholstery. He leaned forward, straining to catch a glimpse of the speeding vehicle putting distance between him and Mitchell. God, he prayed they wouldn’t harm her.
    He wished he knew what Rocco was up to. The man could be taking her out to dinner or he could be setting her up as a sex slave. Until they caught up with Mitchell, they wouldn’t know.
    Second-guessing his decision to go along with this operation, he wondered if he should have blown her cover and kept her from falling into Rocco’s hands.

Chapter Seven
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    A s soon as she stepped into the limousine, Mitchell almost regretted her move. If she could have thought of any other way of finding Kelli, she wouldn’t have set herself up as bait. Now that she was committed, all she could do was play it out and hope she lived to find Kelli.
    Squelching her revulsion for the man, Mitchell draped her body over Rocco’s arm and twirled her finger