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murmured.
    Luke nodded, while Ethan said, “Ditto.”
    Morgan glanced at D. “What about you?”
    “I go where you go, boss.”
    Something that resembled relief flashed across Morgan’s face. With a sigh, he got to his feet. “I’ll call the others.”
    “Morgan,” Noelle said.
    He stopped at the terrace door, waiting for her to continue.
    She leveled him with a dark look. “What’s this going to cost me?”
    Without answering, he left the terrace.
    “Shit,” Noelle muttered under her breath.
    Kane’s gaze drifted back to the blonde. At the moment, she didn’t look like the most lethal woman in the world. She looked worried. Almost scared.
    Before he could stop himself, he met her eyes and quietly asked, “Who is Abby Sinclair?”
    Noelle slowly rose from the chair, her blond hair falling down her back like a silky curtain. At first he thought she wouldn’t respond, but halfway to the door she stopped, that lithe body turning, those sexy blue eyes reaching his. “She’s one of mine,” Noelle said before stalking away.
    Twelve more days.
    Abby leaned against the cold stone wall of the cell, bringing her knees up so she could wrap her arms around them. Her wrist throbbed from the motion, and acid crept up her throat, threatening to gag her, choke her. She touched her chest and felt the welts, realizing the guards hadn’t put her clothes back on this time. She was naked. Her entire body hurt, a dull, constant ache that pumped in her blood and sent tremors through her muscles. It was fine.
She
was fine. She only had to endure it for twelve more days. Not long at all. A lifetime.
    Poor Noelle. Abby bit her lip, thinking about her boss. Only two people had ever given a damn about her. Jeremy was one. Noelle was the other. The woman had recruited Abby after Jeremy’s death, taken her into her home, trained her, made her indestructible. The two women had forged a bond over the years. They’d bothendured seriously shitty childhoods, and both had dragged themselves out of the gutter and given the finger to everyone who’d hurt them. But Noelle’s experiences had inspired a craving for power. There was never enough power to be had, according to the dangerous blonde.
    Abby—well, she wanted revenge. That was why she’d allowed herself to be captured by Blanco, deliberately blowing her cover. She could have killed the son of a bitch a hundred times over in the past two months. It had been so very easy finagling her way into his life. She’d researched him to no end before taking the assignment. He preferred redheads, so she became one. He liked meek little pussycats, so she became one. She allowed him to woo her. She moved into this empty, sterile compound. Hadn’t fucked him, though. It had been a pleasant surprise, learning the mighty Luis Blanco couldn’t get it up. Arm candy, that’s all he wanted, and that she gave him.
    She hated deep cover, but with this gig there hadn’t been a choice. Half a dozen bodyguards surrounded Blanco day and night. When he left the estate, he and his men made sure a sniper couldn’t get a clear shot, so straight-up bullet-in-the-brain had been out. His servants tasted his food before he ate it, so poison was a no-go. After she moved in, she decided a pill-induced heart attack might be the way to go, but then she’d gotten derailed.
    If she came out of this alive, she was in for a long lecture from her boss. Hell, she’d probably get canned. But who cared? All it took was the memory of those girls in the bunker, those naked, bleeding, dirty girls, and the overwhelming need for revenge trumped everything else. Noelle, her job, her own freaking safety.
    She was going to free those girls, even if she died trying.
    Abby sat up, fighting the dizziness that came with the action. She blinked, cleared her head, and examined the cell for anything she might be able to use to defend herself. Although she could handle the beatings, the notion of sexual violation made her blood run