He put his hands on her shoulders to guide her to the couch and she cringed, trying to fight him off. She was as ineffectual as a kitten batting at a lion.
He pushed her down to the couch and stuck his hand in the bodice of her dress, ripping downward.
“Nice lingerie,” he murmured as he stared down at the black lace bra and panties she wore. “I’ll leave them on for the boss. He likes black.”
As he moved away she whispered brokenly, hoping her team would hear. “Please, please, you have to pull me out. I’m drugged. I can’t fight him off. Please, he’s going to rape me.”
The sound of a door opening made her slowly move her head in that direction, hope alive that maybe they’d come for her. But when she met the satisfied gaze of Carter Brumley, her heart sank and she knew there was nothing anyone could do to save her now.
CHAPTER 10
THE entire van froze when P.J.’s broken plea came over the comm. Cole punched the back of the seat with enough force to knock the headrest loose.
“Goddamn it! Where is she? We have to find her now. Those ass**les are going to f**k her over.”
“I’m working on it, damn it!” Donovan shouted.
Every single one of the team members was tense. The van vibrated with rage, helplessness and dread.
“How did this happen? How the f**k did this happen?” Cole raged. He needed someone or something to blame. Hell, he blamed himself. He should never have allowed it. It didn’t matter if P.J. never spoke to him again. At least she’d be safe and not in the hands of a monster.
“Shhh!” Steele snapped. “Brumley’s there. Goddamn it. I hear him.”
The tremble of emotion in the team leader’s voice was uncharacteristic. He was generally cool under pressure but this had shaken him badly.
The van went silent as Donovan received more intel on every residence that Brumley owned or was associated with in the area.
Even Donovan looked up, his expression tense when Carter Brumley’s voice came over the wire again.
“I know you picked her out, Nelson, but there was something about this one that spoke to me. I had to have her. Did you make sure she was clean?”
“Yeah, boss. Only jewelry she was wearing was a necklace, earrings and a bracelet and I trashed them at her hotel room. She’s an American bimbo who crashed the party looking for a good time.”
Brumley chuckled. “Very nice. I’ll do my very best to accommodate her.”
They could hear his breathing, so they knew he was close to P.J., but she hadn’t uttered a sound. Had the drug affected her so much that she could no longer speak? Was she rendered incapable of fighting back?
Then he prayed she wouldn’t offer resistance. They’d likely kill her. Oh God. It made him nauseous that he actually wanted her to lie there and take it because he couldn’t bear for her to be hurt even more if she fought back.
There was a peculiar popping sound. Metallic. Cole screwed up his forehead and looked at the others. “What the f**k was that?” he mouthed.
A moment later, P.J. screamed in pain and Brumley laughed.
“It sounded like a knife opening,” Dolphin said hoarsely.
“Dear God,” Renshaw whispered. “What is that sick f**k doing to her?”
“What have you got for us?” Cole asked Donovan in a desperate voice. “That son of a bitch is cutting her up.”
Another scream rattled the entire team. Baker was driving and he slammed on the brakes, pulling to the curb. He stared back at Donovan, his eyes blazing with fury.
“You pick a location, Van. Use the info she gave us. There can’t be that many that fit the bill. Get me a goddamn coordinate so we can go in and get our girl. This is bullshit!”
Two more screams sent the hairs on Cole’s nape straight up. And then complete silence followed by the unmistakable sound of thighs slapping against thighs. There was a quiet sound that Cole had to strain to catch amid the other noises, but he heard it.
It was soft weeping.
He buried his face in his hands, his own eyes burning with tears. Having to listen as P.J. was violated was the worst thing he’d ever endured in all his years in the military and in KGI. He’d never felt so helpless in his life.
Donovan thrust the map with shaking hands at Baker. “Here,” he said hoarsely. “This has to be it. There are only two locations that work with the information she gave us, and given the time frame in which they arrived, this one has to be it.”
Baker gunned the accelerator and roared into traffic, causing everyone to brace themselves as he swerved around cars.
Brumley let out a satisfied grunt, and then the sound of flesh being struck echoed over the comm. The bastard had slapped her. And then the unmistakable sound of pants being zipped back up.
Cole’s stomach revolted. He punched the back of the seat again and then the window. Dolphin jumped on him, restraining him before he shattered the glass.
“Save it, man,” Dolphin said quietly. “Save it for those ass**les and save it for P.J. She’s going to need us.”
“She’s all yours, Nelson,” Brumley said, a clear smirk in his voice. “I know she’s messier than you usually like them, but I don’t think you’ll have any complaints. She’s a damn fine f**k. If I didn’t have other matters to attend to, I’d take her along. She would have made a very good temporary mistress.”
“Yes, sir,” Nelson replied.
“Kill her when you’re done. Make sure you clean up the mess. I need you for the exchange Sunday night. The girls are coming in on a plane at eight P.M. The buyer will be there to inspect the goods. I don’t want any issues.”