Captive-Sated (Dark Romance Series)

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way. We have gathered Intel that reveals that another kidnapping is being planned.”
    “Kidnapping me? Why, Akmal?”
    “You are a celebrity and there is a terrorist group that wants prisoners set free. They plan on using you as leverage. I don’t like this one bit.”
    “Will it help the military? Will it get some of our POW’s released?”
    “Yes Leila, but at the cost of your life?”
    “The soldiers lay their lives down for us on a daily basis.”
    “I understand your allegiance to your country, but you are not a soldier.”
    “That isn’t the point—I know what it is to be imprisoned against my will and I was treated well after you found me. These soldiers are being tortured. How can I live with myself knowing that I could have helped them and didn’t?”
    Akmal shook his head, “I’m not in agreement to this, but I’m also not going to stand in your way—only because it concerns American troops.”
    Akmal wasted no time setting up the briefing. I assume that he wanted to just get it over with and I did too. All of this drama over Danny’s greed—he was so fired. I just wanted to wring his neck. I could only hope that something good would come of this and that American soldiers would be freed. If that happened, it would make all of the torment that I had been through worth it.
     

    Lady
    I listened intently to the agent from the FBI legal attaches offices.
    “Don’t be a hero! Your fiancé has already informed me that you are a fighter by nature. Now is not the time to be a fighter—be a victim. These people are killers and they die for what they believe in. Our plan is to get you and those soldiers being held hostage out alive.
    There is one more thing—we need to place a tracking device in you. A wire is only a deterrent—the tracking device insures that we don’t lose you or those soldiers.”
    I w inced as a type of gun was used and a device was shot into my right shoulder. They had decided that my hair would cover it and that it would be safer than in my arm.
    Akmal broke the tension when he spoke. “I have every intention of using that device to my benefit when this is all over.”
    “You’re such a stalker, Akmal.”
    “When it comes to you I am.”
    The agent chuckled, “I think that anyone is in our line of business.”
    I saw this as an opportunity to get some answers, “And what line of work would that be?”
    “Akmal said that you were sneaky. You should work out quite well on this assignment. I’m sure that he will tell you when he is ready for you to know.”
    Damn it! I thought for sure that would work.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty One
    You know that feeling when you wake up from heavy sleep and you’re incoherent? Well that is exactly what happened. I could hear screams and the last thing that I saw as I was hoisted up over a man’s shoulders to be carried away was a gun being pointed to Akmal’s head.
    I screamed “No!” as my fists attempted beating the man who was carrying me—but it was useless—his size and his single minded tenacity made escape impossible. I may as well have been beating the air.
    I was thrown carelessly into a cargo van and bagged and tagged; literally. I was cuffed with zip ties and a dark hood was thrown over my head. Any sense of direction was gone in a matter of seconds, now there was only confusion, disorientation, and fear. I felt the pinch of a needle and I knew from previous experience that the effect of the drugs would soon take over. Part of me was glad but part of me resented my cognition being altered against my will. In a matter of moments I was asleep.
     
     
     
     
     

    I jerked at the chain screaming until my voice went hoarse. When the door opened I suddenly wished that I hadn’t drawn unnecessary attention to myself. I still couldn’t see whom I was dealing with and the overwhelming sense of claustrophobia was making me feel sick. That mixed with the fear of puking into the bag that had been placed over

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