Free Blue Blooded by Shelly Bell Page B

fear and erasing all the doubts from his mind. A gag fastened over his mouth, his lips around the red ball in the center. Drool gathered in his mouth almost instantly and his cock hardened, the tip bouncing up to his belly button.
    Without warning, his lover thrust inside him.
    This is what he needed. To be dominated and forced to surrender. To endure pain so that he could inflict it on others without fear or remorse.
    Plenty of heads would roll for fucking up the Rinaldi assassination.
    Beginning with Logan Bradford and Rachel Dawson.

Chapter Eight
    S HE DIDN ’ T WANT to admit to it, but Logan had been right. Walter whined every couple of hours to go to the bathroom, slowing their journey to their final destination. Wherever the hell that was. “Are you sure you know where we’re going? There’s no way anyone lives out here. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
    With her behind the wheel and a yet-again sleeping Walter on her lap, they were driving down a two-lane road somewhere in the Florida Everglades. She hadn’t seen a single car pass by in an hour, and the last time they’d stopped, she spotted a sign to beware of alligators.
    Alligators.
    She’d given Walter just enough time to pee before dragging him back to the car. It would be her luck to rescue the poor pooch from an asshole of an owner only to have him eaten by a giant lizard twelve hours later.
    Tall reeds surrounded both sides of the roads, and as the sun set, sounds of different animals in the swampland increased until she could almost believe she was in the African jungle. There were no lights anywhere to be seen down this stretch of road. The last sign of civilization she’d seen was over an hour ago as they passed a road that led to an Indian reservation and a board advertising fan boat tours and alligator-wrangling shows.
    â€œTrust me,” Logan said reassuringly. “Uncle Joe made us memorize his coordinates before us kids knew how to read.”
    â€œUncle?” She couldn’t believe anyone from the civilized world would choose to live out here. Even at night, the humidity was thicker than beef stew. Not to mention the crazy bugs she’d encountered in the past few hours. What the heck were they feeding the mosquitoes down here to grow them so large?
    â€œHonorary title. Joe and my father grew up together in Detroit and became SEALs during Vietnam. Dad says Joe was always paranoid. You know, worried about Big Brother watching. After the war, he bought some property with cash and built a secure compound for himself. Turned survivalist. He’d visit each Christmas and give me and my brothers something new to add to our go-bag. About five years ago, he stopped coming. He doesn’t leave his land anymore.” He motioned to the road with a jut of his chin. “And we’re here.”
    Looking ahead, she slowed at the sight of the smooth road turning into a dirt one. At the bumps, the dog woke up, his body shaking. He hopped into the backseat and curled up on the floor behind her. About one hundred yards down, an enormous barbed-wire fence blocked them from going any farther.
    She stopped at the fence and put the car in park. “What should we do? Drive through the fence?”
    He snorted. “Not unless you have a desire to try electrocution.”
    A visual of it playing in her mind, she swallowed down her fear. “Seeing that it’s secure, how are we going to get in? It’s not as if we can go to his front door and ring the doorbell.”
    Logan grinned, folding his arms. “Oh, he already knows we’re here.”
    Lights bright enough to blind an entire baseball stadium full of people shined on them from somewhere above the car. She squinted, covering her eyes with the top of her hands. “What the hell is that?”
    â€œThat’s my uncle’s welcome.” She peeked through her fingers and saw Logan swing open the car door and climb outside.