Free Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] by Vella Day

committing to one man at a time.”
    “I understand.”
    While he said nothing more,
she didn’t believe the conversation was over. Dirk poured her juice, and Clay
brought over the bacon and toast.
    Dirk waved his glass. “Let’s
eat.”
    She was halfway through
breakfast when Clay leaned back in his seat. “I don’t want to upset you, but
can you tell us about your time in the warehouse?”
    The image of that horrid
place surfaced. The mold, the filth, and the darkness made her flesh crawl. As
if the confining cage and horrible food weren’t bad enough, the memories of
being cuffed and blindfolded when they transported her to that strip club made
her gag. She pushed her plate away. “It was terrible.”
    Clay leaned on his elbows. “If
we find out where they held you, we might be able to save other girls. What can
you remember? No detail is too small.”
    She blew out a breath and
clasped her hands together to keep them from trembling. “It was dark.”
    Dirk sat next to her and
placed a comforting hand on her leg. “Were there any windows?”
    “Two small ones, high up.”
    “You’re doing good,
sweetheart. What else?”
    “It smelled of mold.”
Instinctively, she wrinkled her nose and her stomach churned.
    She closed her eyes for a
moment and the image of that hulking guard emerged. He liked to shove her when
she had to go to the bathroom. She never sat on the toilet because there was no
seat. That and the fact roaches lived in the corner.
    “Anything else? Like a
chemical smell perhaps?”
    She tried to block out the
mold and the sweet stench of roach bodies. “I’m sorry. I smelled so bad… I didn’t
detect anything other than the dampness and rusty metal.” No use describing the
other horrors.
    “How big was the space?” Dirk
asked.
    She tried to visualize the
place. “The warehouse was metal and rectangular. Maybe the size of a high
school gym.”
    Dirk squeezed her thigh.
“That’s real helpful.”
    She opened her eyes and
soaked in his excitement. “There were two doors in the middle of one side. One
was a double garage door, like a loading bay, and the other was for people.”
    Clay took a bite of his meal.
“That’s a big help. When they transported you to the strip club, do you
remember anything about the outside of the building?”
    The tang of the gag still
resided in her memory. “They blindfolded me, but I smelled salt in the air.”
    “You might have been near the
Gulf. Any sounds you recall?”
    A shot of adrenaline plowed
through her. “A train went by every night.” She smiled. “And cranes. I never
saw them, but the chains clanged and squeaked during the day.”
    “Excellent. Do you think if
we drove around the seaport you might recognize the place?”
    Her chest tightened and she shook
her head. “I never saw the outside. But the day they brought in Cheryl and
Barbie through the loading bay, I got a glimpse of the area. I could see cars
driving by a couple of hundred feet away.”
    Clay smiled. “Did you happen
to notice what was across the street from the warehouse?”
    Now she understood. She knew
more than she thought. “There were more warehouses. The one across the way had
red lettering on the sign, but the sun’s glare was too strong to read
anything.”
    “Your memory is good.”
    She held up her fork. “This
might not mean anything, but I can tell you about the people who came in and
out of the warehouse.”
    Clay’s eyes lit up. “Tell
me.”
    Her best description was of
the Russian guard and the matron who gave her the clothes. “The day they came
for us, the man who you gave the money to showed up at the warehouse. A lady
came with him.”
    Clay’s brows rose. “John
Hood. Tell me about this woman.”
    She described her the best way
she could.
    Dirk shoveled down his meal
then pushed back his chair. “I’m going to check it out. I’ll videotape what I
find. Maybe you can tell me if I have the right building.”
    She was relieved she