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Authors: Alexandra Ivy, Laura Wright
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have no idea what kind of bitch I can be,” she growled.
He pointed the gun at the center of her chest. “Hands behind your back.”
Yeah, right. Like she was going to give him an opportunity to cuff her with those zip-locks she could see dangling from his belt.
“Fuck off,” she snarled, surging forward.
She’d managed to get her fingers wrapped around his thick neck when he squeezed the trigger and she was hit by a small dart. Instantly, a crippling pain exploded through her.
It wasn’t the tranq gun she’d assumed.
Instead, the dart was filled with malachite, the one thing that could decapitate a Pantera. The mineral not only hurt like hell, but it cut her connection to her cat, leaving her as helpless as an injured human.
Shit, shit, shit.
Nearly paralyzed by the poison pumping through her blood, Lucie didn’t even put up a fight when the man grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Bad little kitty,” he mocked, smacking his hand on her ass. “I have ways of punishing you.”
Her head bounced against his back as he headed down the street and through a narrow gate in the chain link fence. Lucie gave a low groan. They were going to the warehouse where Rage had so recently disappeared. She could only hope that he was well hidden.
Entering the building through a side door, the man carried her up a set of metal stairs to the loft on the fourth floor.
“I got her,” her captor called out.
Lucie caught the scent of two more males, both humans who’d used Pantera blood to enhance their power.
“Put her in the cell,” one of the males commanded.
There was the sound of the man’s heavy boots hitting the wood plank floor as she was carried across the room and roughly dumped into a cage made of iron bars that was shoved against the wall. She hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, glaring at the man who slammed the door shut and locked it.
He ignored her seething fury, turning on his heel to head toward the two men who were standing beside a long folding table that was loaded with various computer and surveillance equipment.
It was obviously a temporary setup. The numerous cords were hanging from the rafters, the monitors were resting on cheap TV trays, and the only places to sit were plastic patio chairs. Once the auction was done, they intended to pack up shop and get the hell out of Dodge. Or Bossier City.
Despite her pain, her heart skipped a beat.
This was exactly what they’d come here to find.
If she could get out of the cage, she could…
Her thoughts were brought to a sharp end as one of the men strolled toward the cage, eyeing her with a vulgar heat that made her skin crawl.
“She’s a pretty little thing,” he drawled, his narrow face and thin frame reminding Lucie of a rat. “I think I might have a taste of her.”
Lucie tensed, cursing the malachite that continued to cripple her. She wasn’t sure if she could fight off the jerk or not.
“You can have fun with her later,” the oldest of the men thankfully snapped, pointing toward one of the monitors. “First we need her to capture our unwelcomed visitor.”
Lucie made a strangled sound as she crawled to the edge of the cage to catch the image in the monitor.
Rage.
Oh, hell. They knew he was in the building. And they were going to use her to try and capture him.
On cue, the older man, who was clearly the leader of the trio, reached to touch a button on a silver panel arranged in the center of the table.
“Pantera, we know you’re here,” he said into and old-fashion microphone, the words echoing through the warehouse. “Move to the doorway and go to your knees with your hands behind your head until my guard can arrive.”
Lucie watched the monitor as Rage came to a startled halt, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling of the room he was standing in before he was flipping off the camera pointed directly at him.
“Now, now, that’s not very nice,” the human continued, his tone taunting. “You
He pointed the gun at the center of her chest. “Hands behind your back.”
Yeah, right. Like she was going to give him an opportunity to cuff her with those zip-locks she could see dangling from his belt.
“Fuck off,” she snarled, surging forward.
She’d managed to get her fingers wrapped around his thick neck when he squeezed the trigger and she was hit by a small dart. Instantly, a crippling pain exploded through her.
It wasn’t the tranq gun she’d assumed.
Instead, the dart was filled with malachite, the one thing that could decapitate a Pantera. The mineral not only hurt like hell, but it cut her connection to her cat, leaving her as helpless as an injured human.
Shit, shit, shit.
Nearly paralyzed by the poison pumping through her blood, Lucie didn’t even put up a fight when the man grabbed her by the waist and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Bad little kitty,” he mocked, smacking his hand on her ass. “I have ways of punishing you.”
Her head bounced against his back as he headed down the street and through a narrow gate in the chain link fence. Lucie gave a low groan. They were going to the warehouse where Rage had so recently disappeared. She could only hope that he was well hidden.
Entering the building through a side door, the man carried her up a set of metal stairs to the loft on the fourth floor.
“I got her,” her captor called out.
Lucie caught the scent of two more males, both humans who’d used Pantera blood to enhance their power.
“Put her in the cell,” one of the males commanded.
There was the sound of the man’s heavy boots hitting the wood plank floor as she was carried across the room and roughly dumped into a cage made of iron bars that was shoved against the wall. She hit the ground with a bone-jarring thud, glaring at the man who slammed the door shut and locked it.
He ignored her seething fury, turning on his heel to head toward the two men who were standing beside a long folding table that was loaded with various computer and surveillance equipment.
It was obviously a temporary setup. The numerous cords were hanging from the rafters, the monitors were resting on cheap TV trays, and the only places to sit were plastic patio chairs. Once the auction was done, they intended to pack up shop and get the hell out of Dodge. Or Bossier City.
Despite her pain, her heart skipped a beat.
This was exactly what they’d come here to find.
If she could get out of the cage, she could…
Her thoughts were brought to a sharp end as one of the men strolled toward the cage, eyeing her with a vulgar heat that made her skin crawl.
“She’s a pretty little thing,” he drawled, his narrow face and thin frame reminding Lucie of a rat. “I think I might have a taste of her.”
Lucie tensed, cursing the malachite that continued to cripple her. She wasn’t sure if she could fight off the jerk or not.
“You can have fun with her later,” the oldest of the men thankfully snapped, pointing toward one of the monitors. “First we need her to capture our unwelcomed visitor.”
Lucie made a strangled sound as she crawled to the edge of the cage to catch the image in the monitor.
Rage.
Oh, hell. They knew he was in the building. And they were going to use her to try and capture him.
On cue, the older man, who was clearly the leader of the trio, reached to touch a button on a silver panel arranged in the center of the table.
“Pantera, we know you’re here,” he said into and old-fashion microphone, the words echoing through the warehouse. “Move to the doorway and go to your knees with your hands behind your head until my guard can arrive.”
Lucie watched the monitor as Rage came to a startled halt, his gaze lifting toward the ceiling of the room he was standing in before he was flipping off the camera pointed directly at him.
“Now, now, that’s not very nice,” the human continued, his tone taunting. “You
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