went through the door, McKenna pulled her knife
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from its sheath under her pant leg and slid it into her jacket pocket. Taking
the gun from her shoulder holster, she held it down at her side. It was
doubtful she'd need it until she got to the room, but she'd take no chances.
Entering the small lobby, she scrunched her nose at the repugnant
smells that hit all at once: musky sex blended with the stench of urine,
vomit, and other excrements she didn't even want to think about.
Dylan was right: the lobby was empty. The long counter that served as
check-in or whatever the hell they called it in a prostitution house had no
one standing behind it. On her way up the stairs, she glimpsed a pair of jeanclad legs sticking out from behind the counter and figured they belonged to
the aforementioned gorilla.
Her gun at the ready, McKenna ran up two flights of stairs. Stopping
at the top of the third-floor entrance, she held her breath to listen. All sorts of
sounds emanated from several different areas. Groans of pleasure and beds
squeaking didn't cause alarm. Screams and cries of pain did. McKenna took
off running toward the sickening sound.
Her heart racing, she stopped at room thirteen and eased the door
open. Peeking inside, she decided to hell with stealth. She shoved the door
open and it thudded hard against the wall. The grunting man on the bed
whirled around and yelled, "I'm not finished."
Gun steady in her hand, she stalked over to him. "Yes, you are."
Cursing, he pulled away from the girl on the bed and turned around.
"You want some of this, too?"
Since shooting off a certain body part would hold too much appeal,
she refused to look down at him. Instead, she motioned with her gun. "Get
on the floor."
Sneering, he turned back to the helpless girl on the bed. "Go to hell."
"If you don't think I'll shoot you, think again."
Apparently even with a gun pointed at him, her threats didn't impress
him. The young girl was crying; McKenna refused to look at her. Getting rid
of the raping bastard was her first priority. Since subtlety hadn't worked, she
went with a more aggressive move. Drawing closer to the bed, McKenna
jumped and delivered a hard, controlled kick to the man's flabby arm. He
tumbled off the bed, landing with a nice, satisfying thud on the floor.
Backing away from him, she taunted, "Now do I have your attention?"
With a roar, he lurched to his feet and took a step forward. Pulling her
knife, she threw it, hitting him in the meaty part of his shoulder. The knife
wasn't long enough to do major damage, but she expected it to hurt like hell
and slow him down. It did. He howled in pain, his eyes wide with shock.
Taking a pair of handcuffs from one of her pockets, she threw them at
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his bare feet. "Handcuff yourself to the bedpost."
His hand holding his wound, he continued to stare at her, not moving
to take the handcuffs.
Arching her eyebrows, McKenna lowered her gun and pointed it at his
naked crotch. "It's a small target, but I think I can hit it."
That got him moving. Bending down, he picked up the handcuffs and
put them on, attaching one end to a bedpost.
She finally turned to the young girl, who was now sitting up, her arms
wrapped around a pillow to cover her body.
"You okay?" McKenna asked softly.
Tears pouring down her young, ravaged face, she nodded.
An agonized scream came from the room next door, piercing the tense
silence. Pulling her knife from the man's shoulder, McKenna ignored his
vicious curse of pain. She shot a glance at the girl again. "Wrap the sheet
around you, go out to the hallway, and wait for me."
Not waiting for a reply, McKenna dashed out the door and ran to
room fifteen, where horrific screams of pain continued. She shoved the door
open. What she saw had her rushing into the middle of the room before she
knew it. A girl lay facedown on the bed, her long blond hair hanging over
the side. She was spread-eagled
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from its sheath under her pant leg and slid it into her jacket pocket. Taking
the gun from her shoulder holster, she held it down at her side. It was
doubtful she'd need it until she got to the room, but she'd take no chances.
Entering the small lobby, she scrunched her nose at the repugnant
smells that hit all at once: musky sex blended with the stench of urine,
vomit, and other excrements she didn't even want to think about.
Dylan was right: the lobby was empty. The long counter that served as
check-in or whatever the hell they called it in a prostitution house had no
one standing behind it. On her way up the stairs, she glimpsed a pair of jeanclad legs sticking out from behind the counter and figured they belonged to
the aforementioned gorilla.
Her gun at the ready, McKenna ran up two flights of stairs. Stopping
at the top of the third-floor entrance, she held her breath to listen. All sorts of
sounds emanated from several different areas. Groans of pleasure and beds
squeaking didn't cause alarm. Screams and cries of pain did. McKenna took
off running toward the sickening sound.
Her heart racing, she stopped at room thirteen and eased the door
open. Peeking inside, she decided to hell with stealth. She shoved the door
open and it thudded hard against the wall. The grunting man on the bed
whirled around and yelled, "I'm not finished."
Gun steady in her hand, she stalked over to him. "Yes, you are."
Cursing, he pulled away from the girl on the bed and turned around.
"You want some of this, too?"
Since shooting off a certain body part would hold too much appeal,
she refused to look down at him. Instead, she motioned with her gun. "Get
on the floor."
Sneering, he turned back to the helpless girl on the bed. "Go to hell."
"If you don't think I'll shoot you, think again."
Apparently even with a gun pointed at him, her threats didn't impress
him. The young girl was crying; McKenna refused to look at her. Getting rid
of the raping bastard was her first priority. Since subtlety hadn't worked, she
went with a more aggressive move. Drawing closer to the bed, McKenna
jumped and delivered a hard, controlled kick to the man's flabby arm. He
tumbled off the bed, landing with a nice, satisfying thud on the floor.
Backing away from him, she taunted, "Now do I have your attention?"
With a roar, he lurched to his feet and took a step forward. Pulling her
knife, she threw it, hitting him in the meaty part of his shoulder. The knife
wasn't long enough to do major damage, but she expected it to hurt like hell
and slow him down. It did. He howled in pain, his eyes wide with shock.
Taking a pair of handcuffs from one of her pockets, she threw them at
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his bare feet. "Handcuff yourself to the bedpost."
His hand holding his wound, he continued to stare at her, not moving
to take the handcuffs.
Arching her eyebrows, McKenna lowered her gun and pointed it at his
naked crotch. "It's a small target, but I think I can hit it."
That got him moving. Bending down, he picked up the handcuffs and
put them on, attaching one end to a bedpost.
She finally turned to the young girl, who was now sitting up, her arms
wrapped around a pillow to cover her body.
"You okay?" McKenna asked softly.
Tears pouring down her young, ravaged face, she nodded.
An agonized scream came from the room next door, piercing the tense
silence. Pulling her knife from the man's shoulder, McKenna ignored his
vicious curse of pain. She shot a glance at the girl again. "Wrap the sheet
around you, go out to the hallway, and wait for me."
Not waiting for a reply, McKenna dashed out the door and ran to
room fifteen, where horrific screams of pain continued. She shoved the door
open. What she saw had her rushing into the middle of the room before she
knew it. A girl lay facedown on the bed, her long blond hair hanging over
the side. She was spread-eagled
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