Free Out of Plans (The Mercenaries #2) by Stylo Fantome

rifles in their hands and hand guns at their hips, alongside all sorts of other goodies in their utility belts. She wondered if she could get her hands free and grab a taser before anyone could stop her.
    “Whatever you're thinking, don't, ” Marc cautioned her in a low voice. She finally looked back at him.
    “Yes, I agree with Mr. De Sant. I have such fun plans for us, you don't want to ruin it,” Damiano informed her as he moved to stand behind her chair. The ropes around her wrists pulled tight, then were cut away. The rope around her waist was also disposed of before he grabbed her arm and yanked her into a standing position.
    “Hey! Hey! You deal with me! Act like a man!” Marc yelled, struggling against his own bindings. An arm snaked around her waist and Lily was jerked back into a solid chest.
    “We'll have plenty of time to play together, De Sant. Roksana is eager to get her claws back into you. For now, though, I am most definitely craving strawberry shortcake,” Damiano's voice got breathy towards the end and Lily could feel his nose against her hair, could hear him inhaling sharply. She stared straight at Marc, never looked away from his angry glare.
    Damiano's distracted. He's separating us. Bad idea.
    “I love dessert,” she sighed. Marc narrowed his eyes.
    “Me, too.”
    Damiano started walking backwards, hauling her with him. When his tongue traveled the length of her neck, she groaned, briefly closing her eyes before once again staring at Marc. His eyes still hadn't left her.
    “Did I ever tell you, Marc?” she asked, laughing when Damiano's hand moved to cup her breast.
    “Tell me what, sweetheart?”
    “ You have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen. ”
    The meaning behind what she'd said wasn't lost on him. He'd said the same line to her, before – twice. Both times, he'd done it to distract her. To ground her. And directly after each time, he'd saved her.
    “Just hold tight in there, princess. I'll be in soon.”
    “Mmmm, can't wait.”
    Damiano's hand moved from her breast to her hair and he jerked back on her head.
    “I don't appreciate it when women flirt with other men while in my presence,” he hissed in her ear while he dragged her through the double doors. She laughed loudly again, then blew a kiss at Marc before he disappeared from her sight.
    She was pulled backwards down the hall. Off of one wall was a staircase, leading to who knew where. They came to a stop and she listened as what sounded like a heavy door was opened behind her.
    “Hey,” she suddenly started laughing as she was backed into the room. “I told you we'd spend the night together.”
    “You did. Sadly, I don't think you'll enjoy it as much as I will,” Damiano responded before shoving her down into another chair.
    While one of the guards tied her ankles to the chair legs, Lily looked around. There was equipment in the room, boxes on shelves filled with beakers and containers. Drugs. The building was going to be a drug production outfit. Most likely meth, if she had to guess. There was one window high up in the wall, but it was much too small for her to fit through, even if she could manage to get loose. Near the door, there was an air vent in the wall. It was large, she knew she could easily crawl through it, provided she could get the cover off.
    “Oh, baby, if you wanted to tie me up, we could've done it back in the bedroom,” Lily breathed, then winced as ropes were cinched tight around her wrists, biting into her skin. Her arms were now tied down to the arm rests.
    “Maybe I like an audience,” Damiano replied, moving to stand in front of her. She glanced around them. Almost every guard had followed them into the room.
    “Who doesn't? But they could've been an audience while surrounding a big comfy bed,” she laughed at him, wiggling her arms and legs, testing how well she was being held down.
    “I wouldn't worry about being ' comfy ',” he said, lowering himself into a squat in front of her