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Think, think, think, Tomi. But her brain wasn’t capable of it right now. Forget about formulating a plan, she could barely get her numb fingers to move.
How could she have been so blind? She’d naïvely accepted everything Luis had told her about being an electronics millionaire. Now that she knew the truth, there’d been signs. The secrecy. The nights he’d insisted she leave the property. His frequent trips. But his son, his sweet, innocent son, had sold her on the job.
If she didn’t get out of here, though, she would literally be sold.
Tomi drew in a deep, steadying breath that did absolutely nothing to calm her racing heart. Before she could talk herself into hiding like a coward under the bed, she forced herself to her feet, dimly aware of the lurid red plush carpet sinking beneath her tennis shoes. This room was everything she’d ever imagined a slave bordello would look like, handcuffs and chains included. And out there, the music continued to drum with grotesque sexuality.
And that was her only way out, back through the throng of naked women and the well-dressed men holding their leashes. Her T-shirt and khaki shorts would stand out like a flame in a dark room.
On shaky legs, she went to a huge hand-carved wooden Armoire in the corner and pulled the door open. She nearly collapsed with relief when she saw multiple garments hanging inside. Tomi fingered a scrappy black silk get up, not garments really. Garments covered people and these things were meant to reveal. She swiftly moved from one skimpy piece of lingerie to the next, growing more desperate as she searched. She couldn’t wear something that would so fully expose her. Hell, she’d worn skimpy outfits to the club, but they’d always covered the essentials. The thought of a stranger seeing her in something like this made her stomach dive to her knees.
But the other contents of the chest reminded her of the stakes. A row of thin canes lined the back behind the clothes, arranged in descending order from longest to shortest. Three coiled black whips hung from brackets on the inside of the right door, each one looking scarier than the last, and a set of gorgeous knives with what had to be hand-carved opal handles hung from the left. Their beauty belied their ugliness.
Tomi glanced over her shoulder at the unconscious guard on the floor, knowing that he would’ve eagerly used these devices to cause her pain and torture had Luis not ordered him to leave her without bruises.
Her eyes flicked back to the clothing.
But what choice did she have? If she walked out there in her clothes, they’d nab her before she took two steps into the room and then where would she be? She’d be strapped right down to that bed, completely at the mercy of the guard who’d no doubt make her scream in pain for knocking him out cold.
As if on cue, he moaned. Tomi jumped and blindly snatched a garment from the Armoire and shucked her shorts and shirt. She ripped the pale pink and white baby doll over her head, refusing to look down at the completely sheer fabric, knowing it had done nothing to hide her private parts, but it was the only piece of clothing she’d seen in there that would cover more than just her nipples. She felt the soft sheer chiffon skim across the top of her thighs. Her ass would be hanging out, but at least it might survive the night.
The guard moaned again, and she ran across the room to him. She yanked the black pistol from the holster at his hip and, with an unsteady grip, took aim at his head. She absolutely couldn’t let him leave this room. If he woke up, he’d alert everyone.
So, what are you going to do? Shoot him? You’ve never even held a gun before.
Her aim dropped, and she stared at the man at her feet without really seeing him. If he woke up, it would all be over. He’d beat her and rape her and torture her to death—she’d seen the maniacal gleam in his dark eyes. It was either him or her, and she had no intention of dying in this place. Not when she hadn’t really lived her life at all.
Her grip firmed again as she studied the weapon, her finger dropping down to caress the trigger. She could do this—all she had to do was close her eyes and squeeze.
She’d be doing the world a favor if she stopped this maniac from hurting any of those other girls out there. The taste of hot metal burned the back of her tongue as bile rushed up her throat. Kill him.
She couldn’t, dammit. She couldn’t shoot him; the thought was too wretched. Besides, no matter how loud the music was in the other room, it seemed likely a bullet would be heard over it. But she couldn’t let him wake up and warn the others. Tomi glanced up at the massive chains hanging from the bed, her gaze narrowing on the thick, blood-coated silver one in the center. She might not be able to put a bullet in the man’s head but she sure as hell could knock him out again. Tomi shifted her hand around the barrel of the gun, her grip awkward and unsure but full of resolve. She lifted her hand high and brought the weapon down on the guard’s temple as hard as she could, targeting the same spot where she’d hit him before.
The gun made a sick sort of thud and bounced off the man’s skull in a way that made her stomach roll. He stopped moaning and went completely still, and for a moment, she was scared to death she might’ve actually killed him. She scrambled back on her hands and feet, the gun clattering uselessly to the carpet at her side. Then she ran to the door, leaving the weapon where it lay. Her skimpy, sheer outfit left her with nowhere to hide it, and if she carried it out there, she’d draw as much attention to herself as if she wore the T-shirt and shorts. Someone might shoot first and ask questions later. Tomi grabbed the door handle and paused, the scene beyond replaying in her mind. All those women had been wearing collars and shackles, yet she wore none.
The thought sent her feet running back toward the cabinet. She’d seen plenty of collars and cuffs lying at the bottom beneath the clothing. Like she was shoving her hand into a nest of live snakes, she stuck her hand into the pile of metal and grabbed blindly. Her hand wrapped around the thickest object, which turned out to be a black collar studded with silver spikes. With a silent cry, Tomi dropped the collar and kicked it beneath the dresser. She went in for another one, and this time she pulled on what tiny amount of courage she had left and actually looked through the selection.
Toward the back corner lay a thick ropelike silver choker and two matching silver cuffs, each about two inches wide. She slid the cuffs on first, fighting the urge to claw them from her arms as soon as they were in place. The second she escaped from this place, she would take them off and throw them in the trash. Next, she lifted the collar to strap it around her neck, studying the oddly shaped clasps in confusion. It took a few seconds of experimentation, but she finally discovered it fit together with a jigsaw-like pattern. Moving quickly, she latched it behind her neck, the chain pulled tight across her throat, making her feel like someone was choking her.
Come on, get your shit together. She only had to wear these until she escaped. Until, not if. She couldn’t accept the alternative.
Tomi was in the process of stepping away when she spied the silver knife set once more. The top blade was tiny, barely four inches long. This was something she could hide in her palm. If she kept her hand down and pressed to her side, the silver could blend in. And she wouldn’t have to go out there completely defenseless.
Tomi grabbed the knife and rushed to the door, creaking it open. The music was so much louder out here, and its loud, pulsing beat filled her ears as she stared through the cracked door down the empty hallway. She contemplated it for a full minute before easing the door open and tiptoeing outside. The floors were cold and dark here, the hall dimly lit. She passed the doors on the sides without stopping, the moans coming from within taking on an entirely new meaning. Tomi made it to the end of the hall, put her hand on the doorknob, and then froze in place. Out there was Luis’s auction. It was also her only possible escape route. She couldn’t make her feet move; terror snaked its way around her body and locked her organs down tight.
Suddenly one of the doorways in the halls burst open. Tomi plastered herself against the wall, somehow managing to squeeze in between a small statue and a couple of potted plants. Unable to breathe or close her eyes, she watched silently as a man stumbled out of the room, chest naked, pulling up his pants and zipping and buttoning them as he walked. He passed right by her, heading into the crowded club, and then returned a moment later carrying a large snifter of liquor. He went back to his room and kicked the door shut.
Tomi blew out the desperate breath she’d been holding and inched to the door. I can do this. She grabbed the handle, gave herself a silent pep talk, and then pushed into the pulsating room. Immediately, she hunched her shoulders and looked down, hoping to pull off the submissive pose and wind her way through the crowd without being noticed.
Too bad her plan was just crap. She got about two feet before a man grabbed her wrist and yanked her onto his lap. Her knife flew from her hand and slid across the floor, disappearing from view in the crowd. Tomi cried out and tried to struggle away, but he just laughed and turned her so that she lay face down on his lap, pinned in place. His hand slid up her thighs, straight to her nearly naked core. “Yummy.”
“No! Luis! Luis!”
“Luis doesn’t care about you, ma petite.” The man with the accented voice carried on touching her without pause. His thick fingers started rubbing up and down her slit, separated only by her panties. When his fingers tried to roll underneath the fabric, she screamed louder and started kicking with all her strength. This resulted in her being shoved to the floor. “Crazy bitch.”
She managed to scramble a few feet away and then take off running for the door at the foot of the stairs. But just like before, a meaty arm hooked her and reeled her in like she was a fish. The man grabbed her ass and squeezed. She got one look at his excited face and knew he’d be more trouble. “Let me go.”
This guy grabbed her face, nearly crushing her jaw in his grip. “Shut up. You don’t speak. You suck.” Before she could process, he shoved her to her knees and unzipped his black trousers.
No. No. No.
Tomi lunged away, but he grabbed her hair and yanked her back. Pain cut across her skull and she screamed.
“I teach you to fight. Take her to my personal suite,” he said, addressing someone over her shoulder. “This one needs a private lesson.” The colossal man rubbed his hands together in anticipation and Tomi almost vomited.
She turned and ran, blindly, straight into a solid chest. “Yes, boss. I take her now. Want me to chain her for you?”
No! She didn’t want to be chained by these Russian-sounding brutes.
“Yes, Ivan, chain her good.”
Ivan hefted her under his arm, fireman style, and headed right back toward Luis’s couch. The music was so loud she wasn’t sure he’d hear her, but she had to try. Maybe he would help her out of love for his son. Maybe. “Luis! Help!”
Luis looked up and met her gaze. His black eyes were dark with passion. The young blonde knelt between his knees, taking him into her mouth. Luis smiled. “Bring her to me.”
The younger girl stopped and he slapped her, hard. “Did I tell you to stop?”
She shook her head and quickly sucked him back into her mouth as the guard pivoted toward them.
Luis placed a hand on the back of the head of the girl blowing him and looked at Tomi. “What did you do with my guard?”
“Knocked him out when he tried to rape me.”
Luis laughed. “Of course you did, my little spitfire. Carlos will be furious. He’ll demand retribution.” He stroked the girl’s hair as she continued. Tomi tried to focus on Luis’s face instead of the lurid act.
“I will have to give him something very special to make up for what you did.”
“What kind of special?” Tomi asked shakily.
“You’ll see. I’ll make sure you see exactly what your carelessness caused tonight.” Then Luis gestured to one of his other guards. “Take her to my bedroom. Chain her. If she escapes again, you pay with your life.”
The new guard was already walking toward her. He took her from the other man and dragged her behind him, back down the dark hallway to the last door. He didn’t even give her the opportunity to struggle. He threw her onto the bed and systematically strapped her ankles and wrists to the bed. And then he left and she was alone.
Dark thoughts flashed through her mind in a non-stop collision course of dread. What would he do? Allow Carlos to rape her? Beat her? Worse?
Tomi yanked on the bindings but didn’t manage to budge them an inch.
Luis opened the door. “Ah, good. Sanchez doesn’t mess around. He actually does what I tell him to do, which is why I reward him.” Luis stepped to the side so she could see Sanchez pulling the blonde behind him.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Nothing at all. I am not going to touch you. I want to preserve you for your buyer.” Luis said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice that left her bones cold.
“If not you, then Carlos…” She shook, her terror taking control of her physical response.
“No, Carlos shouldn’t have touched you either. He will be punished for his disobedience.” As if on cue, two men dragged Carlos into the bedroom. He took one look at her and roared, blood covering his face from the wound on his temple.
Luis strolled casually over to his pissed off guard and pulled a slender silver knife from his tux. “You were told not to touch her.”
“Please, senor, I didn’t. She knocked me out. I—”
Luis held up a hand. “You did. And then you allowed her to disable you and escape.”
Carlos’s red face turned ashen in a second. “No, no, senor, I always obey.”
Tomi saw Luis nod at the two other guards, who then lifted Carlos and held him up for Luis. Her boss moved like a snake, striking before she could track his movements. A thin, bright red line appeared across Carlos’s meaty neck. He gurgled. His face turned red. Blood cascaded down his shirt.
It was like watching a horror movie she couldn’t pause or fast forward.
Luis wiped his blade on Carlos’s arm, then tucked it back into the hidden sheath at his waist. Carlos gave one more gurgle before his head dropped, silent. Tomi let out a horrified gasp. He was dead.
“Carlos got exactly what he deserved for disobeying me,” Luis said. “He’d served me loyally for over ten years, and I didn’t hesitate to slit his throat.” He waved the men away, who dragged Carlos’s limp body between them. When they were alone, Luis approached the bed and Tomi cringed as far away from him as she could.
“You will be kept in this room until the auction. No one will touch you. You will remain cooperative when my crew arrives to clean you and fix your hair and make-up. If they fail in any way, they will meet the same end as Carlos—regardless of whether you caused it.”
“How could you?”
“How could I not? I must protect my investment. I know you want to go back out there and party. Your background history showed you to be quite the club hopper.” Luis leaned down and stroked the exposed flesh of her arm. “But you must resist this time, Tomi. François likes his slaves fresh and unmarked. You see, he prefers to brand them himself. I think you will find he’s quite the sadistic master. The perfect man to teach you a lesson in obedience. And you will be his eager slave.”
Her entire body quaked. “Why do you think I would do anything you say?”
Luis’s dark eyes crinkled, as if he were amused, and he pulled a phone from his pocket, flashing the screen in front of her face. Carrie’s texts including where she was staying were displayed on the screen. “Because if you don’t, my friends in Mexico will scoop her up, too.” Luis swiped across her screen, bringing up the selfie Carrie had snapped of herself in the airport. “She’s not as beautiful as you, Tomi. I can’t guarantee she’d be treated as well as you have.”
Tomi’s entire body temperature dropped to below zero. Her lips went numb and her tongue grew thick with horror. “No.”
Luis straightened and brushed invisible wrinkles from his jacket. “You have my word I will not touch her if you cooperate.”
“Why?” Tomi cried out. “Why do you need my cooperation? You’re selling me!”
“Because Francois doesn’t know it yet, but he is going to die and you are going to help me kill him.” Luis gave her a calculating and cold once over. “You are exactly the type of woman he wants. I’ve been searching for a way to get inside his operation and tonight, you presented the perfect opportunity.”
Luis headed for the door, glancing over his shoulder at her before he left. “Think about it Tomi, your cooperation for your precious best friend’s life. I’ll give you a few days to think it over.”
He walked out without another look, leaving her chained to the bed in a room doused with blood. Oh my god.
About Wild Fury
(FURY Security #1)
She’s been in love with the same man since she was a little girl— but that man’s been broken beyond repair.
Tomi was forced to leave Cole years ago… but even with a new boyfriend, she can’t seem to let go. Working under a new employer, she struggles to forget her old life— but the situation she’s landed herself in is worse than the one she left. Her boss is a sex trafficker, and after she discovers what he’s done, he takes her hostage to sell so she can’t turn him in.
She runs to the only one who can save her; a military man harboring both affection and hate.
A deadly lethal ex-SEAL, Cole doesn’t know how to love, only how to fight— his entire life is a war he can’t win. When Tomi comes back into his life, desperate for help and targeted by an internationally known killer, Cole won’t say no to protecting the one that got away.
Cole can’t trust Tomi, but his heart longs to dominate her… completely.
Together, Tomi and Cole team up to take down the sex trafficker and set the slaves free. But Cole longs for complete control, and his dominant behavior is too much for Tomi to handle. Yet learning to let go and ride through the pain is a steamy and thrilling experience for Tomi, nearly as thrilling as learning to dodge bullets.
Cole and Tomi are destined to be together again. But in order to survive the danger, they’ll have to fight back— hard.
An erotic and dark romantic suspense novel, Wild Fury is the first book in the brand-new FURY Security series by author Lindsay Cross. A Navy SEAL military romance that’s sexy, suspenseful, and tells the story of a second chance at first love.
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