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“Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I enjoy it.” He shoved her to the toilet seat and stood watching her, grinning. He could hear the urine stream, and when she finished, he lifted her again. “Let me wipe you.”

“I can do it. Just let one arm free.”

“No can do, sugar.” He felt a cold, hard object at his temple and froze.

“Let the girl free.” The guard didn’t move, and Harlow just stared at her rescuer. “Take the tape off, and if you so much as put one mark on her, I will splatter your brains in that toilet and flush it.”

Carefully, he removed the tape and set the knife down on the sink. Turning slowly, he finally caught the image of the man. Shit.

“How many?” whispered Nate.

“Five,” said the man.

“He’s lying,” said Harlow. “There are at least thirty. Maybe forty.” Nate nodded at her. Taking a syringe from his pocket, he jammed it into the man’s neck. Slumping into the tub, he left him there, draped over the side.

“I’m going to turn so you can dress,” he said. “Flush the toilet, and then I’m taking you out of here.” He did as promised. Turning for her to pull her jeans up. Hearing the flush, he turned, and she leaped into his arms, holding him tightly.

She was so tiny he barely felt her weight. But there was no denying her generous breasts pressed against his body. He held her for a brief moment, relishing the feel of her.

“Thank you for coming for me,” she whispered.

“Masters, if you’re touching that girl, I’ll cut off your dick,” yelled Wolford. He heard someone clear their throat, and Nate turned to see a smiling Abe.

“If you’re done with the reunion, get her out of here. We’ll handle the rest.” Nate didn’t want to let her go. He knew that he’d done what he came for, but he also didn’t want to desert his teammates. His family. “Go, brother. Get her somewhere safe.”

“Thanks, Abe.” Carrying the girl down the hallway and to the window, Nate left the others to take care of Wolford and Reeves.

The bunkhouse contained at least twenty men, all in various states of sleep. They were a ragged mix of men. Some appeared to be just general cowhands, helping around the ranch. Others appeared to be mercenaries, and still others looked to be professionals. Those were the ones that the team took out first.

Red couldn’t believe it when he recognized two men in the last bunks. Both had been with the municipal police in Kenora, Ontario. Canadians. What the fuck were they doing here?

“Why are you here?” he asked the men secured with zip ties on the floor with the others.

“Did you think only the Americans want these weapons?” said one man. “We’re being paid handsomely to get that key.”

“Too bad,” frowned Red. “You failed.”

“You know them?” asked Dalton.

“Yea, fucking Canadians. They’re trying to get that key as well. We need to find the box.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“Masters! Where’s the fucking girl?” yelled Wolford. He stood to head down the hallway but was met with a dozen men coming through doors and windows, weapons pointed at him.

“The girl is gone,” said Abe.

“You. Fucking Navy SEAL. I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

“You never had a chance,” said Abe.

“I could have killed you a dozen times,” he frowned. “I enjoyed watching you with my niece.”

“There were no cameras or audio equipment in my apartment.” Wolford laughed, shaking his head.

“I’m old school, young man. I just perched on the building across the street and watched through my binoculars. Sent all the photos to Quetz, which, of course, piqued his interest. Where is she, by the way? Where is that fucking cunt of a niece of mine?”

Something slammed into the back of his knees, causing his legs to buckle, slamming to the floor. He cursed whoever or whatever it was, then turned to see someone looking very similar to Abe.

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