Merchants with Evil Intent (57 page)

      
Declan looked up, his face ashen. “We’ve
got to find her.”

      
Greg snorted, “No shit.” He stared
angrily at Declan for a long moment. Fuck! He
couldn’t
kick his ass. The guy looked broken.

      
Well, that made two of them.

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*

      
Geno headed out of the city and drove
south on I-57 until he found what he looked for; a motel that offered rooms for
an hour or an entire night.

      
He didn’t need a major credit card; the
old man behind the counter readily accepted cash.

      
He fumbled for a light switch and a soft
glow emanated throughout the tiny room.

      
He took a cursory look. The room had a
queen size bed with a little fridge near a vanity. It wasn’t the Weston, but
it’d do.

      
He left her in the car while he carried
in a few items. He peeled the covers back from the bed and scratched his jaw.
Might be tricky tying her up, but he’d figure it out.

      
Carrying her over the threshold he banged
her head against the door jamb. He looked down and noticed a slight reaction
from her. The left side of her face was starting to swell where he punched her
earlier.

      
It didn’t detract from her good looks.
Viktor had decent taste in bitches.

      
He couldn’t wait to get her naked.

      
He tossed her on the bed like a sack of
potatoes, causing her to stir.

      
She rubbed her sore cheek. She fluttered
her eyes briefly and remembered something.
Something, but
what?

      
She tried to sit up, but felt so weak.

      
Then she remembered.

      
Geno Orlov!

      
Exerting every bit of energy she had she
pushed herself up onto her elbows. She glanced around the room and didn’t see
him.

      
She pulled herself forward and ambled
towards the door.

      
Where the hell was she?

      
She twisted the knob and pulled the door
open, cold air slapped at her senses. She hobbled out onto the broken cement sidewalk
and screamed when someone tugged at her hair.

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*

      
Joe Butler was busy making sweet love to
his lady when his phone rang.

      
“Don’t answer it,” she pouted.

      
“Wasn’t planning on it,
babe.
Now where were we?”

*
     
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*

      
Greg, Ryan, Tamara and Declan huddled
together at the police station.

      
Declan paced the room, running his hands
through his hair. He felt helpless and his gut wrenched when he thought aboot
what could be happening to Camryn.

      
He wanted to punch someone. He instantly
thought of Eoghan.

      
“Eoghan, I know it’s a stretch, but if
you can hear me, I need your help,” Declan pleaded in his mind.

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*

      
He held her at arms length and punched
her again. Imagine!
Trying to leave while he took a piss.
Rude fucking bitch!

      
She swiped at him with her fingernails,
aiming for his eyes and at the same time she brought her knee to his balls.

      
He grinned, liking her tenacity, but not
liking the pain. He punched her in the stomach, knocking the air from her
lungs.

      
The force of the punch sent her flying
backwards into a round cigarette scarred particle board table, where she fell
into a heap on the floor.

      
That was more like it, he grinned. After
catching his breath he pulled her by the arm to the bed. He picked her up,
threw her face down and promptly unzipped her dress.

      
He ran his finger down her back, slowly.
Her skin was flawless and soft.

*
     
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*

      
Tom McShane strode into the room, his
face flushed. “What the fuck happened?” he growled at Travers.

      
Travers retold the story again. How many
times was it now?
Eight?
Ten?
He couldn’t remember.

      
“Christ! Has anyone called John?” McShane
barked.

      
Ryan choked out, “Yeah I did.”

      
McShane saw Declan pacing the room,
looking around the air.
“Who the fuck is he?”

      
Greg Travers looked over his shoulder,
puzzled by Declan’s strange wonderings.
“Cam’s boyfriend or
something.”

      
“What the fuck does that mean?” McShane
barked. Being dragged from his house at ten at night he wasn’t in the mood for
riddles.

      
“Look, it’s her fucking boyfriend all
right? Can we get past this and find out where the fuck she is?” Greg snapped.

      
Greg pushed past Tamara and Ryan, running
his hand through his hair. He ripped the phone from his pocket and tried
Butler’s cell again.

*
     
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*

      
“Butler,” Joe announced.

      
“Where the
fuck have
you been?” Traver’s snarled into the phone.

      
“What do you want Travers? It’s my day
off.”

      
“Camryn’s been kidnapped,” Greg ground
out.

      
“Are you at the station?”

      
“Yeah.”

      
“I’ll be there in ten.”

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Oh yeah, her skin tasted delicious. He’d
know, since he ran his tongue all over her.

      
He stood back, admiring her. Her body was
spread out before him shackled to the bed.

      
She looked so damn sexy, despite her
bruised face.

      
How he wanted to take her right then, but
he’d wait until she was awake. He wasn’t into necrophilia. He liked his bitches
to move when he fucked them.

      
He wouldn’t have to wait too long, he
grinned. He didn’t give her an entire roofie. He saved the rest for later, if
needed.

      
His eyebrows furrowed when he noticed
blood between her legs. Christ! She had her period? He shrugged. He’d still
take her and lick her. He got hard thinking about it.

*
     
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*

      
“What did the guy look like?” Joe asked
Greg.

      
Greg growled, “He was an ugly
motherfucker!”

      
Joe shook his head, “I need more info
than that.”

      
Greg glared and gave Joe a complete
description of the goon and his car, along with the tag number he saw before he
sped away.

      
Declan watched the exchange between Greg
and the other cop before leaving the room. He needed air.

      
The wind whipped off the lake and a light
snowfall began.

      
Declan paced the sidewalk, hands jammed
in the pockets of his coat.

      
He hated the helpless feeling churning in
his gut. He didna know the city, knew not where to look and Eoghan couldna
help. His legs grew weak, so he sat on a short cement wall.

      
“We’ll find her.”

      
Declan looked up. Greg stood with
determination in his eyes.

      
“You love her,” Declan murmured.

      
“Nah,” Greg scoffed, looking away from
Declan’s penetrating gaze.

      
“You do,” Declan countered. “It’s no’ hard
to see.”

      
Greg tugged at his shirt collar. “It’s
just brotherly love.”

      
Declan laughed. “You’re no’ a very good
liar.”

      
Greg shrugged, “It doesn’t matter. She
loves you and she’s too stubborn to admit it. Now, let’s quit all this girl
talk and find the woman we
both
love.”

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*

      
When they entered the station Camryn’s
parents were there along with John.

      
“Did you check out the plates for fuck’s
sake?” John growled at McShane.

      
“The car is registered to Evgeni Orlov,”
McShane sighed. John paled and McShane continued, “Viktor’s brother. We’ve sent
squads to his apartment.”

      
“Where the fuck does he
live
?” Travers yelled.

      
McShane held up his hands. “Travers, calm
down. We’ve got squads on the way.”

      
Travers got into McShane’s face.
“Address, now.”

      
McShane blew out an exasperated breath
and rattled off the address.

      
Travers stomped towards the door. “Come
on Irish!”

      
Declan clattered after him, not bothering
to turn when McShane barked about not bringing civilians with on a police call.

      
Joe waited in front of the station when
they exited. He honked the horn.

      
“Where the
fuck have
you been?” Joe muttered. “I got an address!”

      
Greg clambered into the passenger seat as
Declan hopped in the back seat.

      
“Irish and I were talking,” Greg
muttered. “Let’s go!”

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She began to stir on the bed. She tried
to bring her hands to her face and screamed when she realized she was tethered.

      
A smelly hand covered her mouth.

      
“Shut up bitch!” his breath smelled like
curdled milk, causing her nose to wrinkle.

      
Her eyes widened with fear when she
realized she wasn’t wearing anything.

      
Well, her pumps, but they didn’t count.

      
She tried to bite his palm and he slapped
her with his other hand.

      
She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t give him
the satisfaction.

      
“Now, we can make this easy or we can
make this hard. It’s your choice,” he rasped. “I’m going to take my hand away
from your mouth. No screaming!”

      
She glared at him. If she had enough
saliva, she’d spit on him. Instead she ground out, “Fuck you!”

      
“Hard way then.”
He grabbed her stocking from the bed and shoved it in her mouth and took her
other stocking and wrapped it around her mouth, securing it in back.

      
She gagged, her body convulsed.

      
And when he stared licking her shoulder,
she shuddered.

      
When he bit her breast a muffled scream
escaped from her throat.

      
“You like that don’t you?” he raggedly
breathed. “Oh baby, I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.
And, as a little bonus, I’m going to do it for three whole days,” he giggled.

      
She closed her eyes and begged for death.

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*

      
“Fuck!” Greg roared.

      
“Greg, we need a search warrant. Don’t do
anything stupid,” Joe warned.

      
Declan walked past the two of them and
brought his elbow to the small window on the back door and smashed it.

      
“I’m a civilian,” he shrugged as he
pushed his hand through the broken glass and unlocked the door.