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betray his brother? How could she volunteer to service the four Barlow brothers? And seemingly enjoy doing it?
Wait a minute. There were only three men here. Where was the other one?
The tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled a warning a split second before the sharp sound of a gun cocked.
Oh, shit !
Before he could dive for cover, a gunshot seared through the air. Something hard and painful slammed through his left shoulder spinning him around and tossing him into the bedroom. He hit the plush white carpet hard. Pain sliced into him like a hot poker, bringing with it a thick blanket of nausea.
The woman screamed and there were shouts of surprise and anger from the Barlow brothers.
He didn’t know how long he lay there fighting the black waves before Laurie’s concerned face hovered into view.
She looked pretty when she got upset. There was a cute little worried wrinkle nestled between her perfectly arched eyebrows. He could understand why his brother Tyler had fallen in love with her.
“ Luke? Oh, my God! You shot Luke Outlaw!”
“ What the hell is an Outlaw doing here?” one of the Barlows snapped from behind her.
“ Kill the bastard!” another snarled.
Shit!
He needed to tell her the truth about Tyler. Needed to tell her she didn’t have to be a sex slave to the Barlows. He needed to tell her that Tyler was alive.
He had to tell her the truth before he died.
“ Get me something to press over his wound!” she yelled.
The words formed in his brain, but when he opened his mouth, excruciating pain sliced into him as she pressed something against both sides of his shoulder.
Oh man, this is bad. Real bad.
The black waves swooped in for the kill, suffocating him, preventing him from telling her the truth.
He fought the waves. Truly he did.
But they were too powerful and slammed into him from all directions.
He had no choice but to give up the fight.
Promptly, he passed out.
Chapter One
Outlaw Farm — North Section, Maine, USA — August 15, 2020
Callie Callahan just finished rinsing her dinner dishes when an odd rustle split the silence of the rustic cabin she hid in.
Over the last weeks since she’d escaped the government research labs, she’d trained herself not to panic at every little noise, but that didn’t stop the icy shiver of fear from slicing up her spine.
Taking no chances, she doused her candle, plunging the room into semidarkness. Pulling the gun out of the waistband of her jeans, she slid her lean frame against the wall and peeked out the only window that wasn’t boarded up.
As she scanned the dusky shadows, nothing moved in the dense Maine woods. Yet, every cell inside her screamed that danger lurked nearby. Her finger tightened on the trigger.
Recent events with the newly introduced Claiming Law had her nerves on edge. Simply because the law said that a group of men could capture themselves a woman, videotape a sexual consummation and lay a claim on her as their personal property, didn’t mean she was eager to be found, fucked and claimed by anyone who discovered her hiding place. As if that was bad enough, recently the government had added a one-month waiting period where they decreed more than one group of men could lay claim to a woman.
Not only did she have to be on the lookout for groups of horny men, she was also on the government laboratories “most wanted” list for being one of the few remaining women alive who was naturally resistant to the X-virus.
Only one man knew her location and he’d sworn he’d never come unless it was their prearranged appointed meeting, especially after she’d warned him she’d shoot-to-kill and ask questions later. It was the only way she could keep herself from being caught by the government scientists or claimed.
If someone was lurking around out there, he or they were walking dead men because she wasn’t losing her freedom without one heck of a fight.
The silence rattled her and she moved the gun closer to
Wait a minute. There were only three men here. Where was the other one?
The tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled a warning a split second before the sharp sound of a gun cocked.
Oh, shit !
Before he could dive for cover, a gunshot seared through the air. Something hard and painful slammed through his left shoulder spinning him around and tossing him into the bedroom. He hit the plush white carpet hard. Pain sliced into him like a hot poker, bringing with it a thick blanket of nausea.
The woman screamed and there were shouts of surprise and anger from the Barlow brothers.
He didn’t know how long he lay there fighting the black waves before Laurie’s concerned face hovered into view.
She looked pretty when she got upset. There was a cute little worried wrinkle nestled between her perfectly arched eyebrows. He could understand why his brother Tyler had fallen in love with her.
“ Luke? Oh, my God! You shot Luke Outlaw!”
“ What the hell is an Outlaw doing here?” one of the Barlows snapped from behind her.
“ Kill the bastard!” another snarled.
Shit!
He needed to tell her the truth about Tyler. Needed to tell her she didn’t have to be a sex slave to the Barlows. He needed to tell her that Tyler was alive.
He had to tell her the truth before he died.
“ Get me something to press over his wound!” she yelled.
The words formed in his brain, but when he opened his mouth, excruciating pain sliced into him as she pressed something against both sides of his shoulder.
Oh man, this is bad. Real bad.
The black waves swooped in for the kill, suffocating him, preventing him from telling her the truth.
He fought the waves. Truly he did.
But they were too powerful and slammed into him from all directions.
He had no choice but to give up the fight.
Promptly, he passed out.
Chapter One
Outlaw Farm — North Section, Maine, USA — August 15, 2020
Callie Callahan just finished rinsing her dinner dishes when an odd rustle split the silence of the rustic cabin she hid in.
Over the last weeks since she’d escaped the government research labs, she’d trained herself not to panic at every little noise, but that didn’t stop the icy shiver of fear from slicing up her spine.
Taking no chances, she doused her candle, plunging the room into semidarkness. Pulling the gun out of the waistband of her jeans, she slid her lean frame against the wall and peeked out the only window that wasn’t boarded up.
As she scanned the dusky shadows, nothing moved in the dense Maine woods. Yet, every cell inside her screamed that danger lurked nearby. Her finger tightened on the trigger.
Recent events with the newly introduced Claiming Law had her nerves on edge. Simply because the law said that a group of men could capture themselves a woman, videotape a sexual consummation and lay a claim on her as their personal property, didn’t mean she was eager to be found, fucked and claimed by anyone who discovered her hiding place. As if that was bad enough, recently the government had added a one-month waiting period where they decreed more than one group of men could lay claim to a woman.
Not only did she have to be on the lookout for groups of horny men, she was also on the government laboratories “most wanted” list for being one of the few remaining women alive who was naturally resistant to the X-virus.
Only one man knew her location and he’d sworn he’d never come unless it was their prearranged appointed meeting, especially after she’d warned him she’d shoot-to-kill and ask questions later. It was the only way she could keep herself from being caught by the government scientists or claimed.
If someone was lurking around out there, he or they were walking dead men because she wasn’t losing her freedom without one heck of a fight.
The silence rattled her and she moved the gun closer to
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