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her teeth. Blood filled her mouth.
    “Let the games begin,” she heard Devlin murmur.
    Like hell they would.
    She closed her eyes and waited for Rodriguez to lower his big body onto hers. His fingers dug into her sore thighs, attempting to pry her legs apart, his throbbing organ searching for her opening.
    “You ready, señorita?” he muttered, his hot breath fanning against her ear.
    “Yep.”
    Before he could blink, her arm soared upward. Theheel of her palm smashed into his face, breaking his nose, and as he grunted loudly, distracted by the pain, she wrapped her arms around his thick neck and twisted. He died instantly, his hand still on his cock. Ignoring the pain shooting through her wrist, she scissor-kicked herself onto her feet, lunging for Devlin, who looked stunned by the violence that had just transpired.
    He reached for her but she delivered a well-placed kick to his balls and shoved him away. The guard at the door was drawing his gun but he was too slow. Her fist connected with his nose before he could act. Blood poured from his nostrils. She jammed her finger against his carotid artery and knocked him out cold. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he dropped to the dirty floor like a stone, unconscious.
    She was two steps from the doorway when a pair of hands encircled her neck and squeezed. She gasped, trying to kick Devlin away, but he was too strong, too enraged. “You little bitch,” he hissed at her, his fingers tightening over her skin.
    Her vision grew fuzzy, her windpipe quivering as it tried to suck in the oxygen this bastard was depriving her of.
    “I’m going to kill you,” he muttered angrily. He loosened his grip and she gulped in a gust of air, her brain struggling to function. “But first I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck your cunt and your ass until I tear you open and you’re bleeding all over my cock.”
    He dragged her by her hair and flung her back on the cot. Voices drifted into the room from the hallway. Three more guards appeared in the doorway, shouting at Devlin in Spanish.
    He turned his head, just slightly, to bark out a few orders. The guards stepped back, wary, eyeing the two motionless bodies of the guards she’d taken care of.
    Devlin glanced down at her, his eyes wild with fury and sexual excitement. He raised one arm over his head, then sent it smashing into her jaw. Abby grunted, spitting out blood.
    “I told you I wouldn’t be gentle,” he taunted.
    “And
I
said,” she squeezed out, “that if you touch me, I will rip your eyes out.”

Chapter 3
     
    Either Blanco’s security was slipping, or this was a fucking trap. Kane waited in the shadows, unmoving, unblinking, focusing on the small adobe structure that stood ten yards away. Breaching Blanco’s compound had been too easy. Scary easy, seeing as Morgan had opted for a six-man team for the job rather than contacting all his men. Holden, using his techno voodoo, had disabled the electric fence and bypassed the alarm. D had snipped a nice little hole in the fence, and zero guards had stood sentry in the yard as the men crept onto the property.
    Morgan had perched himself on the roof of the training facility across from the makeshift prison, rifle in his hands, eye on the scope. Luke and Ethan were back near the fence, covering the perimeter.
    Kane and D had approached the jail from opposite ends, weapons drawn.
    And still no guards.
    Kane tightened his hold on the trigger. Fuck. He didn’t like this. The compound was far too quiet, no sounds save for the soft hiss of the wind. According totheir intel, there should’ve been five guards inside the prison, two at the entrance, but the steel door was unmanned. Why the hell was that? What were the two fuckers doing, making out in the bushes?
    Hanging back, he wondered how Holden was faring with the power situation. Holden McCall was a genius when it came to technology—the guy could steal a damn car using nothing but his laptop. Quiet,