Page 41 of SEAL Ever After

What had happened to her?

The car lurched, and she realized in a panic that she wasn’t alone. Of course she wasn’t alone. The car was moving, which meant someone was driving. Her actual kidnappers were here with her in the vehicle. She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t even try to get away.

Hot tears filled her eyes, dampening the blindfold.

Was she about to be raped or killed?

Had they taken her for money or something far worse?

Low voices spoke in muffled tones. Why couldn’t she clearly hear what they were saying?

“…airport.”

“Si. The plane is waiting.”

Plane? Who had taken her and why? And why the hell were they talking about an airplane?

“Ah, I think she’s waking up,” one of the voices said, and she froze. There was a dark chuckle. The voices grew louder, and she realized there must’ve been a partition or something separating her from them. Not that she could’ve attacked them or escaped even if she wanted to in this position.

Not daring to move a single muscle, she realized with growing alarm that she wasn’t in fact fully dressed. She still had on her fancy bra, thong, and the slip for under her wedding dress, but it felt like she had on a thin robe or something over them. Had they taken her wedding dress off of her?

What else had they done?

She nearly gagged as she choked on a sob.

They’d taken her from her hotel room. Stripped off her wedding gown. Kidnapped her.

“Such a shame I didn’t get to try her myself first before the flight,” one of the men said. “I gotta make sure she’ll be good for the buyer.”

“Quiet!” the other man snapped.

The first man laughed harder. “Maybe on the plane ride, no? I’d like to see those pretty tits and pink pussy myself before our buyer arrives.”

Sarah’s blood ran cold.

“Mmmm. Look at that sexy lingerie she has on. Maybe we should get more women on their wedding day. She was going to fuck her husband tonight, no? Might as well be me instead. I’d love to try her out before our buyer gets her.”

She recognized that voice, that accent.

Juan.

Sarah mumbled, wanting to vomit, and shifted uselessly on the backseat. Her neck was beginning to hurt, and her wrists and shoulders ached from the way her arms were pinned behind her. She shifted slightly, and Juan made an appreciative sound.

“Maybe I should just keep her for myself after all that hard work.”

The other man muttered a string of curses in Spanish. “We’re getting a lot of money for this. I can’t believe you didn’t put any clothes back on her. How the hell are we supposed to get her on a plane like that?”

Juan chuckled. “It’s a private airport, and I know everyone who works there. It’s not like we’re marching through TSA with a woman tied up.”

Sarah began to tremble.

Ryan had said everyone needed to be on alert because the team’s names had been leaked on a recent mission. She’d assumed the men themselves could be in danger, not her, the girlfriend of the commander.

Had they been stalking her this entire time?

Juan had been outside of her office all those weeks ago. Was he one of men Ryan had been worried about?

Juan had been watching her. Following her.

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