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At the moment, he was in danger of extinction. Honest to God, if he touched Morganna one more time, Clint swore he was going to rip Mitchell's hands off. Not that the other man had touched her in any way indecent. It was just the fact that he was touching her.

Touching bare skin displayed by that mockery of an outfit she wore, his eyes frankly admiring as they went over her. Of course, she had ignored Clint's request to stick close to his table as most of the women
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who had taken Doms as their lovers were doing.

The little witch had laughed at the order. She was there to dance, not to fetch his drinks, she had informed him.

The dance floor was the central attraction of the club. Here the submissives vying for a Dom, or to please one, danced with abandon. At least, Morganna danced with abandon. She danced like she made love, without reservation. And to this song it was the worst torture. "French Kiss." The song was pure sex. Morganna was pure carnal heat.

Her hands smoothed down her mostly naked thighs her head tipped back, her long hair caressing her bare hips as her hands came back up her thighs, caressing slowly across her midriff as her head rose, eyes slitting open, her gaze locked with his as her hands moved slowly, lifting until they clasped above her head as her body swayed.

The beat picked up, the moans and passionate cries echoing around him as her hips kept in time to the beat, moving side to side as her hair swept around her like a silken curtain Perspiration glistened on her flesh; her eyes gleamed with purpose, with desire. She beckoned him with her look, with the movements of her body. Sent shards of hunger to rip at his tortured cock as he shifted in his chair.

Damn her. Son of a bitch, he was going to tie her down and spank her bottom red. She had him ready for her now ready to pick her up, rip those next-to-nothing pants from her body, and fill her as deep and as hard as he could go.

When the song finally came to an end, he found himself breathing in deep, relief warring with driving lust.

The song might have changed, but Morganna's energy hadn't Her love for the music was clear on her expressive face; her joy in the movement, in tempting him, making him crazy, was even more evident.

His fingers tightened around the drink sitting on the table before him as he lifted it to his lips and consumed the liquor he had ordered. Pure, raw Jack burned its way down his esophagus as he fought back the lust.

He was here to do a job, not to pant after that damned wild cat he couldn't seem to get enough of. He could barely keep the sweat of pure driving lust out of his eyes enough to do that.

Clint grimaced at the thought. He knew she was dangerous to his self-control and mental health years before. He'd had no idea how true that was until now.

"Clint, I hear you snagged our girl's apprenticeship." Timothy Wagner, the stocky Dom sitting across the table from him lifted his drink as though in congratulations. "There are a lot of jealous men watching tonight, my friend."

Clint let his lips quirk into a facsimile of an amused grin. Truth be told, he wanted to rip Wagner's face off.

"She's a joy on the dance floor," Timothy called out again, "Watching her is better than foreplay."

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Better than foreplay? Clint stared back at Timothy broodingly before dragging his gaze back to Morganna. She had retreated farther within the circle of dancers, obviously talking with Jenna and the young man, Sandy, as they all danced. The other woman had a less sophisticated style of dance. More gyration than flow with an explicit grinding of hips that did little for Clint. Morganna was like water, though, all smooth moves and swaying desire.

His cock throbbed at the memory of holding her, possessing her, as she moved like that beneath him.

His gaze moved over the dance floor farther, eyes narrowed against the clash of light coming from the strobes and the haze of smoke slowly building from the cigarette smokers. Shade and Reese were within feet of her, dancing with several of the young women on the floor. It wasn't unusual to see a Dom dancing with the women, and Clint had to admit no one could have mistaken the two Rangers for less than full alphas.

There were a lot of new dancers, which wasn't unusual. He recognized Craig making his rounds as well as Joe as he lounged lazily against the far wall. Grant Samuels was missing, called home unexpectedly.

Clint continued to survey the club, coming back every few minutes to Morganna as he listened to the pulse of music and hollow voices in the receiver at his ear punctuated with the reports coming from the technician in the van that had accessed Drage's security cameras.

Morganna continued to dance, conversing as she moved, laughing, enjoying the freedom of movement.

She was drifting farther into the crowd, which made him nervous.

"You can't take your eyes off her, Clint." Timothy's voice was smug, superior. "You're going to lose control of her at this rate."

As though anyone would ever have control of Morganna. There was no controlling her; he was learning that quickly.

"She'll do okay." He had refrained from commenting much due to the simple fact that Morganna wore the same receiver in her ear that he wore in his.

As the wave of the crowd moved around her, Clint kept his eyes on the top of her head, tensing as the dancers shifted as well. Jenna was moving farther and farther away from Morganna, as was Sandy. Clint couldn't glimpse the man dancing next to her now but had noticed the other man's fondness for her hair.

He kept touching it. Kell and Ian were still close to her. Catching Kill's attention, Clint flicked his gaze deliberately on the stranger, indicating that they should stay close. Something about the man made Clint uncomfortable.

The two SEALs were on radio silence, unknown to Joe and his team. Which meant the mole couldn't mark then. Kell nodded imperceptibly before he and Ian began to move in, drawing the women dancing with them closer.

A short pulse of static at Clint's ear heralded the tech in the van.

"Boys and girls, we have an anomaly at the club's bad door. Do you have that, Drage?"

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"We have it." Drage answered. "Jayne is heading there. It appears the security lock is being disengaged.

Can you see anything?"

"Nada, too many shadows," the tech answered.

Clint's gaze jerked to the dance floor's exit leading to the private halls and the back door. Jayne Smith was gliding smoothly through the entranceway, her shoulders straight and tense as she headed for the area.

Timothy's voice droned in the background, Clint swung his gaze back to the dance floor. Once again Morganna had moved, and this time he had lost sight of her. Standing easily to his feet, he searched the floor, finally catching a glimpse of her on the far side with Ian and Kell moving in close synchronization with her and the stranger.

The stranger was making Clint damned nervous. He was too careful, keeping his face shadowed and out of Clint's range of vision. And he was too close to her. If it were any other woman, Clint would have felt a spurt of jealous anger. But he knew Morganna now, and he knew damned well she wouldn't allow another man to dance that closely with her.

"Who's the stranger?" Clint snapped out, moving along the edge of the dance floor.

"We can't get an ID. He's keeping himself shielded," Joe reported. "He reminds me of the bastard trying to slip that last girl the drug."

Which was exactly what Clint was thinking. "Craig, can you see anything?" he questioned, watching the taller forms of his men as they moved into combat mode. He knew the signs. Their bodies were tense, prepared, the subtle hand signals they sent back to him warning.

Morganna didn't appear to be dancing anymore; neither did the stranger. Dressed in heavy leather, a hat shielding his ice. the figure led her to the edge of the dance floor; coming c quickly on the rear was the young man Sandy.

Morganna, is everything okay?" Clint snapped the question, knowing the sensitive mic on the receiver would pick up his words.

There was no answer.

"Morganna, report."

"Her receiver is disabled," the tech suddenly reported. "We have no contact with her. I repeat, no contact." "Kell? Report." Radio silence be damned.

"We can't get a clear look at his face, but she's scared. We have them covered for now, but he has a hold on her upper arm. I think he's heading for the exit."

"Converge." Clint snapped the word into the receiver as he headed for the back door.

"Fuck! We have a security breach at the exit. Jayne is covering. The bastard just led Morganna into a blind zone, Clint I can't see her anymore." Drage's voice was dark with anger as Clint moved quickly
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along the side of the dance floor once again losing sight of Morganna.

The bastard had somehow tagged the cameras again. "Use camera backup, Drage; we have a problem on the floor," Clint snapped into the link.

"Backup is running, but the crowd is too thick," Drage retorted.

"She's being led to the exit at the far end of the floor Lyons." Clint spoke to the tech. "Can you pull the van around and check out the action there?" There was no answer. "Lyons, report," Joe snapped into the link. "I'm heading for the back door," Craig reported. "I have a bouncer heading there as well," Drage can back. "Clint, do you have a sighting yet?"

"Ian. Kell. Report." Clint pushed his way through the crowd, desperate to get to Morganna now.

"Fuck!" Kell's voice was low, furious. "The bastard has a gun on her, Clint. It's hidden between his body and hers and the grip on her arm is a tight one. This is going to get sticky."

"Who the hell is that, Clint?" Joe was snarling. "What the hell is going on?"

"Backup," Clint snarled. "Concentrate on Morganna. The bastard who has hold of her is your mole, man, and since only one of your men is unaccounted for, want to bet who it is?"

Clint knew who it was.

"I have bouncers covering the door, and the outside can eras are showing action outside it."

As Drage spoke, the crowd began to surge mindlessly, Screams rose above the sound of the music as Clint jerked his revolver from the small of his back and rushed for the center of the disturbance and began to pray.

MORGANNA KNEW THE MINUTE GRANT Samuels danced up to her that something was wrong.

For one thing, he wasn't wearing his trademark ball cap. But if that hadn't been a clue, the minute he reached out and quickly slipped the receiver from her ear, she had known she was in trouble.

The gun suddenly pressing into her side was a good indication as well.

"Clint isn't this stupid," she warned Grant desperately as he led her to the far side of the dance floor.

"You know that, Grant."

This was Joe's mole, and the shock of it was nearly mindnumbing. At least it would have been mind-numbing if she wasn't so damned scared. Fear had a way of clearing the mind, and suddenly everything in Morganna's head was crystal clear.

"It doesn't matter now, Morganna." His voice was cold, unregretful. "They won't know it was me. That's all that matters. All I have to do is get you to the back door, and Fuentes' men will take over. No one will even know when or where you disappeared."

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Oh yeah, she was just going to go peacefully here. She stared around her, catching Reese's gaze and the confidence in his face. He was aware of what was going on, covering her, but that gun in her side was pretty damned threatening. "Are you crazy?" She tugged at the painful hold Grant had on her arm. "Do you think Clint will just sit nice and still once he loses sight of me?" "He'll depend on Lyons' and Drage's camera abilities."

Grant's voice was calm. "I know where the cameras are and how to avoid them. No problem. Lyons will be dead by now, which is regretful, but not really a problem."

God, Grant spoke so coldly of the death of a man Morganna could have sworn was his friend. Of the whole team, Grant had always seemed the most solid, the most dependable.

"Don't do this, Grant." Fear rose like a dark cloud within her mind as she fought his hold. "You know what Fuentes will do to me."

Would Clint risk a gunshot to her to keep her from being taken? Morganna knew if Grant managed to get her to that door, then she was dead.

"Do I act like I care?"

He sure as hell didn't sound as though he cared. She glanced into the stony, hard expression and knew he didn't care.

"Why are you doing this?" The gun dug harder into her back as she fought against him. "I haven't done anything to you."

"No. You didn't," he agreed, his voice benign. "I'm afraid you've been caught in a very clever trap I only meant to use against Joe. You brought yourself into it, Morganna."

"Let me go." They were getting closer to the back exit and still Kell or Ian hadn't made a move on Grant.

She had a chance of surviving a gunshot. A slim one, yes but a chance. And if she did die, at least it would be fast. If Fuentes got hold of her, death would not come easy, not would it come peacefully.

"I won't let you take me, Grant." She dug her feet in as they reached the wall and he began leading her to the exit light that glowed in the color of blood.

Something in her voice, in the sudden resistance of her body, had him pausing. He jerked her closer, bringing a gasp from her lips as his hand tightened around her upper arm.

"A gut shot hurts real bad, Morganna," he sneered as he pressed the gun into her abdomen. "There's no way Clint will get you to the hospital in time, and even if he did get you there before you died, you'd never survive surgery. Just think with Clint's contacts, he might find you before Fuentes kills you. You have a chance by going peacefully."

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