Zara (11 page)

Zara wrapped her long legs around his waist and lifted her hips
with each of his thrusts.  It felt so damn good.  He felt so damn good inside of her.  She didn’t want him to stop.  She didn’t want him to leave her.  She soon lost all train of thought as Trig beat a rhythm that had them both panting.

Trig felt a tightn
ess traveling up his legs, connecting to his spine, and then centering in his balls.  “Zara!” He started to come inside of her over and over.  He reached between them, teasing her lower lips, making her quiver even more.

“
Trig!” Zara growled out his name as her release hit her.  She lay in his arms feeling safe.  She loved being in his arms.  She loved being with him.  She—loved him.  How did that happen?  When had that happened?  She had fallen in love with a damn human.

Zara reached out a hand and found the space beside her on the bed completely empty.  “Trig?” She sat up and looked at the clock on the nightstand.  Five a.m.?  They had gone to bed a little after one a.m. but they had not fallen asleep until after a couple of more bouts of hot sex.  She sat there wondering what she was going to do about the feelings she was quickly developing.  Trig was a major player when it came to females.  He was not a settling down kind of person.  But she hadn’t been either.  What the hell was she going to do?

She shook her head clear of these frustrating thoughts
.  Her priority had always been to find Angel, and make sure she was safe. She grabbed one of Trig’s shirts, pulled it on, and went in search of him.  She found him in the main living space watching something on the T.V. monitor.

“
What’s that?” she asked coming closer.

Trig looked up at her
.  Damn the woman looked good in his shirt.  He preferred her completely naked and beneath him though.  The woman couldn't look bad even if she tried.  She was too damn sexy.  He felt himself getting hard again with want for her.  He feared he would never get enough of her.

“
Trig, what are you looking at?” Zara asked again, sitting down beside him.  She kept some space between them.  She could smell his arousal and it was causing havoc on her body.

He turned his head back to the video feed he had paused
.  “I got the video feed from the breeding facility the security team had uncovered.  I am reviewing it.” He hit play without saying another word.  They both sat there and watched as prisoners, guards, and scientists all walked down one corridor to another from one room to another.  When they got to a feed that was dated the date of the IDJ raid, an image of a man holding something and running down the corridor to an exit caught Zara’s attention.

“
Pause it!” She got to her hands and knees and crawled toward the monitor.  “Rewind a bit and have it move slowly forward.”

Trig did what Zara asked
.  He leaned forward trying to see what had caught her attention.  The man rushing by holding something.  Wait, not something, but someone.  A small brunette head peeked up over the man’s shoulder, barely visible.  “Is that…”

“
Yes, that’s my Angel.  I would know those curls anywhere.”

“
We need to ID this guy.”

“
I already know who it is,” Zara said with a bite to her voice.  “Donald J. Stein.  The one we called Donald the Dickhead.” The guard that she hated the most had taken her daughter.

Shit!

*****

The canal side was a lot
more of an unsavory and rough location.  Trig was glad he requested IDJ officers to accompany them.  He wanted to keep Zara safe. 

The canal side
was full of no good people.  There were drug pushers, prostitutes, and black market racketeers, if they were bad, they were here.  He knew Zara must be worrying about her daughter growing up in this hellhole.

The shuttle stopped outside of the run down residence listed for the guard
’s home.  Trig halted Zara’s departure.  “Stay here until we have the place secure.”

“
No way.”

“
This is my call, Zara.  Stay in the shuttle until we have the place secure.  If you don’t, I will give the order for the IDJ agents to restrain you again.  You don’t want that.”

“
Damn you!”

“
Stay, Zara.” Trig climbed out of the shuttle.  Zara continued to cuss at him the whole way.  He smiled, she had quite the vocabulary.  He loved that about her.  He loved just about everything about her. 
What the hell?

The lead agent walked up to him
.  “Sir.”

“
Is Stein here?”

“
Yes, sir.  He has not left the residence.”

“
Anyone else in the house?”

“
No, sir.  We also used Thermo imaging.  There are no escape routes hidden.”

“
Very good.  Let’s go then.” Trig didn’t bother to knock on the door.  He barged inside the house. 

The man inside wa
s an older balding man with a portly body.  At first, Trig wasn’t sure it was the same man that he had seen in the video feed. 

“
What the hell is going on?  Who are you?”

“
Donald J. Stein?” Trig asked.  He fought a gag reflex.  The place smelled of rot.

“
Yeah, that’s me.  What’s this about?”

“
Grab him and bring down to IDJ headquarters.  I am not about to question him here.  It’s disgusting.” Trig turned his back on the man who tried to fight the IDJ agents who grabbed hold of him and started dragging him to the door.

“
Let me go!  You can’t do this!  I haven’t done anything wrong!” the ex-guard yelled, struggling to get free.

Trig frowned
.  Zara had not remained inside the shuttle as he had directed her to.  He could tell by her frozen expression that she recognized the man.  Then the emotion turned to one of pure hatred.  Trig shivered.  A pissed off Zara was not something you wanted to see often, if ever.  She started to move toward them.  He had to admit, she was quite something to behold. 

“
We are taking him to headquarters for questioning,” Trig told her.  She didn’t respond.  She kept her gaze on the ex-guard.  She walked right past Trig.  “Zara?”

The man looked up at the tall woman approaching him with determined angry strides
.  It took a moment, then recognition hit him.  He struggled to get away, but the IDJ officers held onto him pretty tight.

Zara stormed right up to the hated male
.  She pulled back her arm and then let it fly, hitting the male square in the jaw.  The force of the impact pried him out of the IDJ’s grasp and he flew backward onto the ground.

The ex-guard tried to stand
, but Zara kicked him in the face.  He looked at Trig for help.  “Get this crazy bitch off me!”  Trig shrugged his shoulders.  The man’s face turned even whiter.  “You can’t let her manhandle me like this!” He tried to scurry on the ground.  He got to his hands and knees and began crawling away. 

Zara stepped on the middle of the male
’s back, forcefully pushing him down to the ground.  His face scraping against the dirty and rough pavement.  She looked at Trig to see if he was going to stop her, but he just had a smirk on his face as he watched the ex-guard sputter dirt out of his mouth.

“
Let me go!  Please, someone help me!” the ex-guard yelled out with tears coming down his face.

Zara gripped the male
’s hair, what was left of it and pulled it hard making him bend backwards at an awkward angle. 

“
What are you going to do to me?” the ex-guard asked.

“
Not even half of what you deserve.  But I will let you live on one condition.”

The male was blubbering
with snot coming out of his nose and if the wet spot on the front of his pants was any indication—he had peed himself.  The other IDJ agents stood by and snickered.  Zara didn’t care about all that.  There was only one thing she did care about.

“
What the hell did you do with my daughter?”

*****

Zara paced just outside the IDJ interrogation room.  She hated that Trig made her stop her questioning.  He said they were drawing too much attention and he didn’t want this to be on the news.  It might tip off the people who had her daughter and they might whisk her away.  The last bit was what broke through her hate-filled frenzy. 

She wanted to serve justice for her, her daughter, and all the other prisoners
of the facility, but she would do it the right way.  These people had not treated her like she was a citizen with rights, but she was.  She would show them by getting to them the legal way.

Trig had the IDJ agents take Donald J
. Stein into custody.  He promised her they would get to the ex-guard.  Trig assured her that he would not be released, that Stein would have to await his judgment while locked up.  She could do nothing else about it except wait and trust that Trig would keep his promise.

Trig walked
over to her.  “You ready?”

“
Yes.”

“
Remember, don’t hit him anymore.  We have to get the answers from him.”

She nodded her understanding
.  She followed him into the interrogation room.  As soon as the ex-guard saw her, he tried to jump up.  He was locked down to his seat so he wasn’t going anywhere.

“
Get her away from me!” Stein yelled.

Zara snorted
.  They didn’t send in the healers yet so the ex-guard’s face was swollen and bruised.  There were scratches on the side of his head too.  Blood dripped down the side of his mouth indicating she may have knocked a tooth out.  He deserved a lot worse. She smiled at him and took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

“
Where are my healers?” Stein demanded.

Trig sat down beside her
.  “They are on their way.  They might get here faster if you answer my questions.”

He glared at Trig
, refusing to look at Zara.  “Fine.  Ask your damn questions.”

“
Do you remember this woman?”

Stein looked away
.  “Everyone knows her.  She is Zara the Amazon from the GCFA circuit.”

T
rig shook his head.  “Did you meet this woman while you worked for…” He looked down at the piece of paper that had the fake business name on Stein’s paycheck.  “The Gambit Company?”

“
I don’t know that company.”

“
Really?  Because we have uncovered over two years' worth of paycheck stubs from the Gambit Company to a one Donald J. Stein living at the exact address we found you.”

“
Uh...sure I worked for the Gambit Company.  But that has nothing to do with…her.”

“
What did the Gambit Company do Mr. Stein?”

“
What?”

“
You worked there for years.  What exactly did the company do?”

“
It…manufactured things.  It was a manufacturing company.”

“
Interesting.  I have it on good authority the Gambit Company was a front for an illegal breeding facility.  One of which had imprisoned Zara there and many others.”

“
I don’t know who told you that but they lied.” Stein denied it.

Trig stood and looked at the cameras
.  He did a cutting signal across his throat.  The camera light went off.

“
What are you doing?” the ex-guard looked nervous.

“
That was the official interview.  Now comes the unofficial part.  You obviously have watched the GCFA circuit.  You have seen what Zara the Amazon can do.  You even had a little taste of it earlier.  But you didn’t get the full effect.  She didn’t use her Beastial strength on you.  That was just her regular old pissed off strength.  She kept it leashed.  How about I ask her to take that leash off?”

“
No, you can’t do that!” He looked between Trig and Zara in fear.

“
Oh, but I can.  Or I should say, Zara can.  You see, the IDJ also authorized that prisoners of the breeding facilities have the right to exact justice on any individual from the facilities that had directly hurt them.” Trig turned to Zara.

“
Did Mr. Stein directly injure you in any way?”

“
Yes, he did,” she answered with heat in her voice.

“
You see, she has the authority to kill you if that is the justice she seeks.”

“
No!  Don’t let her kill me!”

Trig motioned for the cameras to be turned back on
.  He sat back down beside Zara.  “Okay then.  You worked for the Gambit Company, which was what?”

“
A front for Breeding Facility 108.”

“
On the day the IDJ raided Breeding Facility 108, you were video recorded leaving the facility through an unknown passage with a small child, two years of age.  Where did you take the child?”

The ex-guard hesitated to answer.

“I guess I will leave you and Zara to reacquaint yourselves.” Trig stood halfway up.

Zara growled at the ex-guard with vengeance gleaming in her eyes.

“No!  Okay, okay!  The scientists told us that in a situation like that, the guards were to grab as many of the children as possible and take them through the passage to a hidden shuttle.”

“
Where did you go after that?” Trig asked.

“
An orphanage.  We took as many of the children to an orphanage that had connections to the breeding facilities.”