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It was the cameras that bothered her. They were set up on tripods in all four corners. Several smaller ones sat alongside the tripod closest to the door. The thought of Kade having to watch this nearly made her run from the room. She never wanted that in his head.

Matthew’s face was the only thing that stopped her. His safety rested on her shoulders tonight. She could do this.

Men started to file in, at least a dozen or more. They laughed, several slapping her ass as they passed by. One reached out and fondled her breast, the nipple bare through the small hole in the fabric. He twisted it until she winced.

“Puta.” He grinned and pinched harder. “We are going to have so much fun tonight.”

She resisted the urge to spit in his face. That would get a finger detached from her son’s hand.

Tomás came in last. She should have known he would want to join in on her humiliation so Kade would always know he’d been inside her. Hate grew into rage, and she knew if she got the chance, she’d kill him.

He walked over to the stereo she hadn’t seen behind the cameras and turned on some song in Spanish she didn’t know. The beat was low and sultry. She could dance to it.

Angel walked over to the pole and relaxed her mind, imagining the room empty save for Kade. She would dance for her husband. It was something she hadn’t done since they’d gotten back together. She would dance tonight for him and not the men who were throwing rude, dirty comments at her.

She picked up the beat of the music and began to move, her body fitting itself to the pole like a long-lost lover. It was a lover she knew intimately. The pole guided her, helped her work her curves, and the jeering fell away, replaced by a pair of burning onyx eyes flooded with desire.

The pole became an extension of her as she moved her hips up and down, swirled her ass around to show it off, and then twirled around the pole, inciting those gorgeous eyes to want to rip her from her lover.

It wasn’t Kade whose hands pulled her from the pole, but Tomás. His dark brown eyes were on fire, and the open lust on his face made her want to vomit. It killed every bit of the fantasy she’d built about her husband watching her dance for him.

Tomás’s fingers bit into her skin where he held her. “No fighting, my beauty.” He leaned in and kissed her. She kept herself still as his lips moved over hers. His tongue darted into her mouth, the sour taste of old tobacco invading along with it.

He pulled her close, his hands sliding down to grip her ass. She felt his erection pressing into her.Please God, she prayed,please keep my little nugget safe. Don’t let this harm him.

Tomás guided her over to the couch. “Strip, my beauty. Show us all those beautiful curves of yours.”

Angel swallowed down the bile and started to unlace the ties that held the outfit together.This is for Matthew.She repeated that over and over as she slowly removed the first layer of the outfit, leaving only the lace behind. The lace wrapped around her like a glove, leaving all the pertinent areas free for hands to grope or their cocks to penetrate.

“Beautiful.” Tomás reached for her from where he sat on the couch, pulling her between his legs. His fingers found her folds, stroking gently before sliding two fingers into her inner walls. “So tight. I may hurt you when I take you, my beauty, but you will take all of me, no matter the pain.”

Angel quivered, not from desire, but from rage. She wanted to gouge out his eyes, but she stayed still, letting his hands stroke her.

Someone came up behind her, his very naked chest pressing into her. Hands came up and cupped her breasts, plumping them and offering them up to Tomás, who wasted no time in tasting her cinnamon colored nipples. He didn’t suckle. He bit down hard, and it made her whimper. She barely stopped herself from screaming when he bit down even harder around the soft skin surrounding the nipple. There would be bite marks there for days.

“Pain, my beauty, is something you are going to be well acquainted with tonight.” Tomás rubbed his nose along the inside of the swell of her right breast the same moment his fingers pinched her clit so hard she couldn’t stop the scream that bled from her.

A guard interrupted Tomás’s exploration of her. His face contorted into rage. “Take her to her room, and no one is to touch her before I do. Is that clear?”

A quick nod, and Angel was thrust out of the room and pushed back up the stairs by the same burly guard who had collected her at the hotel. His eyes roamed over her naked flesh, but he didn’t so much as touch her. The lock on the door clicked seconds after she was shoved into her room.

Angel barely made it to the bathroom before she threw up. The feel of Tomás’s hands on her brought back memories of nearly being raped in Boston. The panic rose, and she fought to breathe through it. The therapist said she still suffered PTSD to a degree from her ordeal, even now, months later. She believed it in this moment. Fear kept her glued in a huddle on the bathroom floor, reeking of vomit.

She wasn’t sure how long she lay there before her mind reconciled the fact that she had not been raped, and that it could finally function. She sat up, gagging, and emptied her stomach into the toilet. She stayed there a moment to make sure her stomach didn’t have any more surprises for her.

Getting up, she rinsed out her mouth and ripped the hooker attire from her body. She was not going to be a victim. She was going to go down fighting. Kade would be here. He’d find their son and raise him to be a good man. Her son would know she went out fighting for him. She would never let Tomás touch her again. The word “victim” would never be a part of her vocabulary.

Never again.

She changed back into the clothes she’d been wearing and picked up the small pistol. There would be no hiding it. The first person who came through the door was going down.

The minutes ticked by. She heard people running outside her door, shouting. She went to the window and looked out. Small groups of men armed to the teeth were gathered in the yard below. Something was going on. She opened the window and listened, trying to figure out what was happening.

Her Spanish wasn’t that great, but she did pick up a few words, includingpolicia. The police were here and demanding entry. That much she guessed. They had to have a warrant, or they wouldn’t be here now. Was it Kade? Had he found her already? No, he couldn’t have. It could have been minutes or hours before he discovered she was missing. Even so, there was no way to track her. They’d stayed off the main highways that had traffic cams. He couldn’t know where she was.

No, this was a run of the mill raid. She’d guarantee it. Which meant they would come in, guns blazing, and that could potentially put Matthew in danger. They’d have no idea a child was on the premises. She had to get to her son.

Shoving the gun in the waistband of her pants, now hidden thanks to Kade’s old shirt, she pounded on the door, demanding someone open it. No one answered her. Dammit. She didn’t know how to pick a lock. Max offered to show her once, and she’d refused. Once she got out of this mess, he was going to be teaching her that particular skill and whatever illegal thing he wanted to teach her. Angel hated feeling helpless.

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