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way through if she had to. She’d gotten away from tougher situations than this. One thing was for certain. She wasn’t counting on Flynn or anyone else for help. And she didn’t plan on trusting anyone. “Okay.”
    “No matter what happens,” Flynn said, “it’s going to be all right.”
    Mica didn’t answer. She recognized a lie even if Flynn didn’t.
     
    *
     
    Philadelphia, PA
     
    Hector Guzman stretched out his arm along the back of the sofa and punched in a number on his burn phone with his thumb while watching the girl kneeling between his legs suck on his cock. She was one of the new girls, paying her respects. She was fifteen, maybe sixteen, and as good with a knife as she was with her mouth, which was pretty damn good. She had all the moves—she knew what to do with her lips and her tongue and her hands—but his balls felt numb as ice. He ought to be feeling the tension about now, she’d been working him over for a good five minutes, but his hard dick might have been wood for real. He listened to the ringtone, frustration fueling his temper. He didn’t need his cock to turn on him too. “Suck it, bitch.”
    “Yo, boss,” his senior lieutenant Carmen said over the air.
    Hector sighed inwardly. Maybe the diversion would get his cock back on track. “What’s the word on the shipment?”
    “Everything’s set for the transfer tonight.”
    “Make sure we have plenty of backup. Tell them to get there early and hide well.” He gripped the girl’s black hair in his fist. Thick and long like Mia’s, but not as soft. “I don’t trust these Russians not to double-cross us.”
    “You got it, boss.”
    “What about the other thing?” As soon as Hector asked the question, Mia’s face took shape in his mind. When he looked down, he didn’t see the straining, tear-filled eyes of the young initiate, but the dark, fathomless eyes of the one woman he had never really owned. His ass tightened and pressure built in his balls. He gripped the back of the girl’s head harder, forcing her mouth up and down his cock.
    “Nothing for sure,” Carmen said. “We’ll find her, though. Our friends put out the word.”
    “Soon,” Hector grunted, his hips rising and falling as he forced his cock in and out of the hot, wet throat. Mia. His woman. His. No one walked out on him. He twisted the silky hair in his fingers, felt his cock swell in Mia’s mouth. She moaned, a desperate choking sound, and he came with a harsh groan. Pumping into the girl’s throat, he growled, “Find her. The bitch is mine.”
     
    *
     
    “Can you radio our twenty?” Flynn said as she and Dave maneuvered the stretcher into the empty clinic waiting room. Regular patient hours didn’t start for another two hours. “I’ll take her back.”
    “Got it,” Dave said and went back outside.
    Flynn braced her arms on either side of the stretcher and leaned over, looking down at Mica. “How are you feeling?”
    “I’ve got a headache. A little one.”
    “Everything else feels okay?”
    “It’s kind of hard to tell, considering I can’t move anything.”
    Flynn laughed softly as she guided the gurney down the hall on the far side of the vacant reception desk. “Good point.”
    The doors to the examining rooms on either side of the hall stood open, the tables covered with crisp white sheets, instrument trays gleaming. Flynn wheeled the stretcher into the treatment room and parked it next to the examining table in the middle of the bright, impersonal space. “I’ll go find Dr. King.”
    “Wait.” Mica grabbed Flynn’s sleeve. “You’re leaving?”
    Flynn stopped, acutely aware of Mica’s hand on her arm. Mica’s tough façade had slipped a little bit, and a note of panic in her voice bled through her usual bravado. She was tough, defensive, obviously used to fending for herself and depending on no one, but she was also hurt and scared. Flynn was used to seeing people who were hurt and scared. Her job was about more than just