man ever smelled that good? Or held her as if he didn’t want to let go? But in a sensitive, loving way. Not the way the other men touched the women—as if they were nothing more than a possession. A toy to play with then discard.
The thought made her tense, but Hamilton just stroked a hand down her hair, seemingly oblivious to the fact they could be moments away from another encounter. She tugged against him, and he eased back just enough to make eye contact. Deep brown eyes gazed down at her, a hint of amber flecks near the center. Her protest died on her tongue. The man was gorgeous. Hell, all three were, but she hadn’t planned on feeling…
Fuck. Now wasn’t the time to feel anything. In fact, she doubted there ever would be.
Hamilton shook his head, flashing her a boyish grin as he unlocked the cuffs, gently rubbing the bruised skin on her wrists. “You are a stubborn soul. You just took one hundred and fifty thousand volts to the torso—repeatedly. I think a bit of adjusting is to be expected. Shit, I can’t believe you’re still coherent let alone standing.”
“I’m fine.”
“Right. How many fingers is Wolfe holding up?”
Wolfe’s hand rose above Hamilton’s shoulder, the image wavering in and out of focus. She blinked a few times, snorting when it just made the scenery flip-flop.
She glared at Hamilton. “Why does it matter?”
“Can’t tell, can you?”
“Four.”
Wolfe sighed. “Try two.”
She blinked again, but it only proved his point when everything in the room doubled. “So my vision’s a bit off—”
“A bit off? You’re seeing double. And your body’s shaking like there’s a bloody earthquake beneath you.” Hamilton released one hand and ran it back through his hair. “Just let us help you. If you want us to bugger off once your head is on straight again, we will. But for now, stop assuming we’re the enemy.”
She leveled her gaze at him. “Everyone’s the enemy. All people want is what they can take from you. Plain and simple.”
Pain flashed Hamilton’s eyes before his expression softened. “Not everyone’s out for power or greed. There are still decent people left in this world.”
She stared at him, glancing quickly at Wolfe and the other guy—Gunner—wondering if these three men were just figments of her imagination. She’d been on her own for over a year and had yet to encounter anyone who hadn’t wanted something she possessed. And material items weren’t usually the priority.
She forced down the unfavorable memories. “Guess I just haven’t run into any of them.”
“You have now.” He slowly eased away, apparently watching her to see if she’d fall again. “We’ll go together. Try to get to one of their trucks. It’s downhill enough to the gate we should be able to pop the thing in neutral and coast out of here. Start it up once we’re clear.” He surveyed the room. “We don’t want to do anything that might endanger the other women.”
“Other women?” Her mouth gaped open before she had the sense to close it. “We can’t leave them here. Those men are raping them.”
Gunner moved in beside her, his mouth set in a grim line. “We’re aware of what those bastards are up to. But none of the ladies would take so much as a step when I opened their doors. Hell, the doors are still wide open.” He waved at the large slabs that hung ajar. “If you think you can convince them, be my guest. But we need to leave. Now.”
Morgan straightened her shoulders, stumbling a few steps as she made for the first stall. She heard Hamilton shadow her every move but chose to ignore it. He could play the white knight if it made him happy. She just hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed when the damsel in distress kneed him in the balls because he got too close.
She stopped at the door, staring at the woman cowering in the back. “Come on, Sarah. You’re free. These men will help you escape, but we have to hurry.”
Sarah shook her head,
The thought made her tense, but Hamilton just stroked a hand down her hair, seemingly oblivious to the fact they could be moments away from another encounter. She tugged against him, and he eased back just enough to make eye contact. Deep brown eyes gazed down at her, a hint of amber flecks near the center. Her protest died on her tongue. The man was gorgeous. Hell, all three were, but she hadn’t planned on feeling…
Fuck. Now wasn’t the time to feel anything. In fact, she doubted there ever would be.
Hamilton shook his head, flashing her a boyish grin as he unlocked the cuffs, gently rubbing the bruised skin on her wrists. “You are a stubborn soul. You just took one hundred and fifty thousand volts to the torso—repeatedly. I think a bit of adjusting is to be expected. Shit, I can’t believe you’re still coherent let alone standing.”
“I’m fine.”
“Right. How many fingers is Wolfe holding up?”
Wolfe’s hand rose above Hamilton’s shoulder, the image wavering in and out of focus. She blinked a few times, snorting when it just made the scenery flip-flop.
She glared at Hamilton. “Why does it matter?”
“Can’t tell, can you?”
“Four.”
Wolfe sighed. “Try two.”
She blinked again, but it only proved his point when everything in the room doubled. “So my vision’s a bit off—”
“A bit off? You’re seeing double. And your body’s shaking like there’s a bloody earthquake beneath you.” Hamilton released one hand and ran it back through his hair. “Just let us help you. If you want us to bugger off once your head is on straight again, we will. But for now, stop assuming we’re the enemy.”
She leveled her gaze at him. “Everyone’s the enemy. All people want is what they can take from you. Plain and simple.”
Pain flashed Hamilton’s eyes before his expression softened. “Not everyone’s out for power or greed. There are still decent people left in this world.”
She stared at him, glancing quickly at Wolfe and the other guy—Gunner—wondering if these three men were just figments of her imagination. She’d been on her own for over a year and had yet to encounter anyone who hadn’t wanted something she possessed. And material items weren’t usually the priority.
She forced down the unfavorable memories. “Guess I just haven’t run into any of them.”
“You have now.” He slowly eased away, apparently watching her to see if she’d fall again. “We’ll go together. Try to get to one of their trucks. It’s downhill enough to the gate we should be able to pop the thing in neutral and coast out of here. Start it up once we’re clear.” He surveyed the room. “We don’t want to do anything that might endanger the other women.”
“Other women?” Her mouth gaped open before she had the sense to close it. “We can’t leave them here. Those men are raping them.”
Gunner moved in beside her, his mouth set in a grim line. “We’re aware of what those bastards are up to. But none of the ladies would take so much as a step when I opened their doors. Hell, the doors are still wide open.” He waved at the large slabs that hung ajar. “If you think you can convince them, be my guest. But we need to leave. Now.”
Morgan straightened her shoulders, stumbling a few steps as she made for the first stall. She heard Hamilton shadow her every move but chose to ignore it. He could play the white knight if it made him happy. She just hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed when the damsel in distress kneed him in the balls because he got too close.
She stopped at the door, staring at the woman cowering in the back. “Come on, Sarah. You’re free. These men will help you escape, but we have to hurry.”
Sarah shook her head,
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