Navy SEALs Complete Series: 3 Books + 3 Novellas (Tempting Navy SEALs) by Lora Leigh

controlled by the suppliers, resulting in the inability to identify where it had come from or who was using it. The majority of the women dosed with it disappeared for days at a time and, if they lived, turned up brutalized.
    Many hadn’t lived. But the videos made of their rapes had turned up to make millions on the black market. The sexual exploitation of those women was horrendous. Those who survived lived a waking nightmare of knowing the crimes committed against them were being sold, enjoyed. The resulting suicides hadn’t been a surprise.
    Not that women had been the only victims. There had been a few men, though those occasions weren’t as numerous.
    Clint managed to drag the details out of Merino once the other man understood that death was in his immediate future. Morganna’s part in the case had been small. She had already been part of the club scene, evidently had been for years. She had been careful, though, staying home when Clint was in town or going to the less extreme clubs that he didn’t associate with.
    Diva’s, Merlin’s, and the Roundtable were his favorites. They were also the upper-scale, more expensive BDSM clubs on the eastern seaboard and just happened to operate in the same general vicinity of Atlanta.
    Morganna didn’t confine herself to the BDSM clubs until she began working with Joe’s team. She played a very careful game of a woman hovering on the edge of submission. Or one fighting her Domme tendencies. Morganna was a dare to every male Dominant in those clubs.
    Clint watched Morganna keep a careful distance from him as Merino and the others provided the details of the case. And through it, he learned that Morganna was the bait.
    Several of the Doms who inhabited the clubs were sniffing around her. She hadn’t settled on a lover yet, hadn’t used the private rooms, other than Craig’s for meetings, and she played the untouchable challenge. Eager to step into the lifestyle of a sexual submissive, but unwilling to settle on one man to do so.
    She kept a close eye on the dealers suspected of handling the drug, as well as informing Merino and his men if any of the women acted drugged or seemed to need help leaving.
    In the months Morganna had been working with the team, two women had disappeared, turning up days later, dead. Several more had been rescued from their fate by the team’s intervention, with only three arrests, and those just here lately.
    So far, Morganna had been personally responsible for the arrests of the three men suspected of drugging and kidnapping the women and was now on the lookout for their supplier.
    “They’ve targeted the BDSM community because of the more unrestrained sexual atmosphere and the participants’ general secretiveness about the double lives they lead,” Joe finished up. “If we could get the group drugging and raping these women here, then we could find the location of the lab or labs being used.”
    “The Fuentes Cartel created the drug.” Morganna spoke up then. “Their stronghold was destroyed last year, but we suspect several of the family members survived. We do know from the intel we’ve received that the cartel is fractured now and only one lab is currently working. The drug hasn’t hit the streets yet; so far, it’s just being used for the underground rape videos and, we suspect, is being perfected.”
    Clint stared back at her, hiding the shock he could feel racing through his system as he watched her. She was speaking of the Fuentes Cartel as though they were your regular, run-of-the-mill drug runners.
    They were killers. And the thought of them targeting Morganna had the blood freezing in Clint’s veins.
    “Do you have idea what you’re getting into here?” he ground out. “Any idea just how fucking dangerous the Fuentes people could be?”
    She stared back at him calmly. “This drug has to be destroyed, Clint.”
    “Not by you.” God, she had no idea what she was getting into. “Not if Fuentes is