a weary breath. The cold hard truth was that she didn’t have many options. The guys were right. She felt like shit and just standing there took most of her strength. She could only imagine how hard actually walking out of here would be.
Hamilton gave her hand a squeeze. “Just say the word, and I’ll scoop you up.”
She snorted. “I’m quite capable of walking.”
“Right. And just because you look like a bloody ghost and your entire body is still dancing a jig doesn’t mean anything. Perfect.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
His gaze slid to her hips and backside before returning to her face. “Good guys usually are. Remember. Just give me a sign and I’ll help you.”
She nodded, wanting to refute the notion but aware it’d be a lie. Instead, she moved forward between Gunner and Wolfe as the men cracked open the door, scanning the surrounding area before looking at her.
Gunner smiled. “You ready?”
“More than.”
“We’ll have to walk like we belong. Three people skulking along are sure to draw attention. But if we do get spotted, follow Wolfe. He’ll see you get clear of the grounds.”
She glanced at the man in question. “But what about—”
Wolfe cut her off with a warm finger over her lips. “Don’t worry about either of them. Beau has no idea who he’s up against.”
Wolfe’s claim sent a shiver tingling down her spine, only she wasn’t convinced it was fear this time. It felt more like a tendril of excitement. An awakening of a part of her she’d long since buried. And she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
Gunner nudged her forward, giving her another stunning smile as they left the barn, turning right toward one of the other buildings. The man seemed to know where he was heading, which either meant they’d been casing the compound like they’d said or that she was about to be betrayed. A shadow passed in the distance as one of Beau’s men stopped to survey the yard. He gave a single salute, moving on again when Wolfe returned it. He glanced over at her, winking his reassurance as they halted at the corner of the far barn, cloaking themselves in the dark pools lining the building.
Hamilton popped out a few feet in front of them, waving them closer. Morgan swung her head around, searching the area behind them. Christ, when the hell did the man get in front of them? He’d been tailing them the entire way. Yet there was no mistaking it was Hamilton as they regrouped, the man’s face blurring into focus.
He darted in beside them, huddling close. “There are three trucks parked inside and another, smaller one just around the corner. It doesn’t look like much but it’ll be a far sight safer to steal. We’d have to open the large, double doors at the rear of the barn if we want one of the others.”
Gunner shook his head. “That’d make way too much noise and draw every one of Beau’s men. We don’t have that kind of time or the resources to fight them off. And it’s only a matter of time before they find Bobby and that other bastard.”
Ham nodded. “What do you want to do about the guards once we reach the gate? There’s always at least two of them standing watch.”
Gunner grimaced. “I hate to take out anyone still remotely human. Even the idiots here. Some might be as much the victim as the others. Beau made it quite clear you agree to be one of his brothers , or he kills you.”
Morgan huffed. “Right. Being a guy in this camp is the hard part.”
“I’m not saying that to lessen anything the women have suffered. Beau’s a psychopath. He gets pleasure out of hurting anyone and everyone. That doesn’t mean every one of the men here are bastards, too. There’s got to be the odd one that doesn’t abuse the women.”
“Yeah. You three.”
Gunner’s expression sobered. “Fuck. Just our luck. We go in search of possible survivors and end up at some twisted version of the Playboy mansion. This sucks.” He pushed a hand
Hamilton gave her hand a squeeze. “Just say the word, and I’ll scoop you up.”
She snorted. “I’m quite capable of walking.”
“Right. And just because you look like a bloody ghost and your entire body is still dancing a jig doesn’t mean anything. Perfect.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
His gaze slid to her hips and backside before returning to her face. “Good guys usually are. Remember. Just give me a sign and I’ll help you.”
She nodded, wanting to refute the notion but aware it’d be a lie. Instead, she moved forward between Gunner and Wolfe as the men cracked open the door, scanning the surrounding area before looking at her.
Gunner smiled. “You ready?”
“More than.”
“We’ll have to walk like we belong. Three people skulking along are sure to draw attention. But if we do get spotted, follow Wolfe. He’ll see you get clear of the grounds.”
She glanced at the man in question. “But what about—”
Wolfe cut her off with a warm finger over her lips. “Don’t worry about either of them. Beau has no idea who he’s up against.”
Wolfe’s claim sent a shiver tingling down her spine, only she wasn’t convinced it was fear this time. It felt more like a tendril of excitement. An awakening of a part of her she’d long since buried. And she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.
Gunner nudged her forward, giving her another stunning smile as they left the barn, turning right toward one of the other buildings. The man seemed to know where he was heading, which either meant they’d been casing the compound like they’d said or that she was about to be betrayed. A shadow passed in the distance as one of Beau’s men stopped to survey the yard. He gave a single salute, moving on again when Wolfe returned it. He glanced over at her, winking his reassurance as they halted at the corner of the far barn, cloaking themselves in the dark pools lining the building.
Hamilton popped out a few feet in front of them, waving them closer. Morgan swung her head around, searching the area behind them. Christ, when the hell did the man get in front of them? He’d been tailing them the entire way. Yet there was no mistaking it was Hamilton as they regrouped, the man’s face blurring into focus.
He darted in beside them, huddling close. “There are three trucks parked inside and another, smaller one just around the corner. It doesn’t look like much but it’ll be a far sight safer to steal. We’d have to open the large, double doors at the rear of the barn if we want one of the others.”
Gunner shook his head. “That’d make way too much noise and draw every one of Beau’s men. We don’t have that kind of time or the resources to fight them off. And it’s only a matter of time before they find Bobby and that other bastard.”
Ham nodded. “What do you want to do about the guards once we reach the gate? There’s always at least two of them standing watch.”
Gunner grimaced. “I hate to take out anyone still remotely human. Even the idiots here. Some might be as much the victim as the others. Beau made it quite clear you agree to be one of his brothers , or he kills you.”
Morgan huffed. “Right. Being a guy in this camp is the hard part.”
“I’m not saying that to lessen anything the women have suffered. Beau’s a psychopath. He gets pleasure out of hurting anyone and everyone. That doesn’t mean every one of the men here are bastards, too. There’s got to be the odd one that doesn’t abuse the women.”
“Yeah. You three.”
Gunner’s expression sobered. “Fuck. Just our luck. We go in search of possible survivors and end up at some twisted version of the Playboy mansion. This sucks.” He pushed a hand
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