Free Shattered Pieces (Undercover Elite Book 1) by Suzanne Steele, Stormy Dawn Weathers Page B

connects solidly with my jaw and knocks me out. The last thing I remember is being caught in his arms right before black overtakes my vision. I fucked up. I’ve done the worst thing I could possibly do; I have underestimated the enemy.



Chapter Thirteen
    Cash
    I jolt awake as soon as I hear it—the beep that informs me my partner and lover is out of the restricted area I keyed into her tracking device. I tagged her shoulder for just this reason; it lets me know if she attempts to run from me or is taken by the enemy. God help her if either one has happened.
    I jump from the bed and throw on a shirt to go with the jeans I fell asleep wearing. The holstered gun, that I had yet to wear up to this point, will be worn and used tonight if I find out she has been harmed in any way. I grab my phone and dial a longtime friend who is a Colombian official stationed here in Guatemala. Ricardo Ramirez will know what’s going on long before I do. He is priceless when it comes to Intel. He doesn’t answer so, out of courtesy, I leave him a message to let him know that I’m in his territory and give him some details about the black market baby ring. If the shit hits the fan, I’m sure he’ll know all about it soon enough anyway.
    Rage courses through my veins as I think about her being subjected to some underworld drug lord, or worse yet, a human trafficker. If I allowed her to be sold to someone online, I run the risk of never seeing her again and losing the one woman I have ever loved. I have no intentions of allowing that to happen. I will kill someone before I ever lose her.

     

Johnnie
    My whole face hurts as I open my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim lighting in a place that looks much like a cell. I jerk at the chain that holds me to the concrete wall as I try to touch the spot that’s throbbing on my jawline. I don’t think my head could hurt any worse and I don’t remember much. I don’t think I was subjected to chloroform or roofies but, apparently, getting knocked out by a full-grown man’s fist has the same result.
    A moan coming from the corner of the room grabs my attention and makes me take a closer look at my surroundings. A very pregnant woman, in obvious distress, lies in the corner and is moving around as if the pain of labor has taken over her body. It hits me; whoever is in charge of this black market baby operation is probably the one who abducted me.
    “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