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by Vella Day

She held up her hands. “Not now. The guests will be here momentarily.”

  “But they’re not here, yet.” Drake wrapped his arms around her and kissed her with such urgency, she had to taste him.

  He tasted like the strawberry concoction he’d been blending.

  “Let me have some loving.” Kurt stepped behind her, slipped one hand between her legs, and cupped her pussy.

  That one touch had her clit throbbing. She pushed out of their grasp. “I can’t start or I’ll be horny all night long.”

  Kurt’s cheeks dimpled. “That’s the point, honey.”

  The doorbell rang, saving her from any more frustration. “See? We were right not to begin.”

  Drake headed over to the door and pressed a button. “It’s Liz, Trax, and Dante.”

  She loved having security cameras over the doorway. The trio took the elevator upstairs. They entered carrying two six-packs of beer and a tray of hors d’oeuvres. Even with the fifty guests, there would be leftover food.

  “Let me take that tray.” Chelsea slid the food from Liz’s hand.

  They’d caught up a few days ago, but there was still tension around Liz’s eyes. With Harvey Couch at large, Liz had yet to relax. They’d jokingly commented that perhaps they should move out of state, but neither was willing to leave their lovers behind.

  Chelsea gave Liz the once over. “You look awesome.”

  “So do you. Hot pink suits you.”

  Chelsea tugged down her V-neck blouse to show off more of her attributes. “The men seemed pleased.”

  “So, how’s that going?”

  “Awesome, but I really want to get back to showing homes. I know I complain a lot about the people and how much they whine about how they don’t like this and they don’t like that, but it made me realize I’m a people person.”

  “I hear ya. I’m in the same boat.”

  They walked over to the island. “How about a strawberry daiquiri? Drake makes a mean one.”

  “You so had me at daiquiri.”

  Chelsea grabbed two plastic glasses and filled them to the brim. She held up her glass. “To sexy werewolves!”

  “Who would have thought that nearly getting run over would lead to the best time of my life?” Liz said.

  “I can say the same. As sad as it is, if Mendez hadn’t killed Jeffrey, I wouldn’t be here today.”

  They touched glasses. “To ropes, blindfolds, and spankings.”

  They laughed and drank. More people came in, most of whom she didn’t know. It seemed as if the only women who came were those with a man or men. She had suggested inviting a few of her other friends, but both Kurt and Drake said if any of the men got drunk and mentioned the topic of werewolves, it wouldn’t be good. She’d agreed.

  Drake came over. “How are the drinks, ladies?”

  Chelsea wove a possessive arm through his. “Wonderful.” She nodded to the newcomers. “Is everyone here a shifter?”

  “Except for the women.”

  “Good, then I don’t have to worry about sharing any stories about my men.” She winked.

  He bared his teeth and gave her a mock growl. The kiss that followed was swift and delicious. “Behave.” He wagged a finger at her.

  As he walked away, she spotted Clay, Dirk, Kurt, and someone else huddled in the corner with their heads dipped low. She nodded to the secret little group. “I wonder what they’re talking about.”

  “I have no idea, but it looks serious.”

  Kurt stepped away from his group to answer his cell. He pressed a hand over his other ear. As he listened, he edged toward his bedroom and went in. She couldn’t blame him. The noise was rather loud. She figured it was probably his parents wishing him a happy new year.

  Kurt returned about two minutes later. The cell phone was still in his hand, and his brows were raised. He was shaking his head slightly.

  He tapped the wall. “Can I get everyone’s attention?”

  That quieted the crowd in a hurry. “The general just called.” He lifted his phone as if to prove his claim. “I have to say I am at a loss for words. I was just informed that Harvey Couch was killed a few hours ago, and Mendez is in solitary confinement. He’ll have a guard watching him twenty-four seven for the rest of his life.”

  Liz’s mouth opened, then turned into a smile. Both of her men raced over, lifted her up, and hugged her.

  Chelsea couldn’t be happier, either, not only for her best friend, but also for Kurt and what that would mean to him. She expected him to cheer and down his drink, but he stood there as if in a daze. She left the happy trio and rushed over to him. Drake headed over, too.

  Kurt turned to her, and she ran a hand down his arm.

  “I can’t believe it’s over. Jeffrey can rest in peace,” Kurt said.

  Chelsea didn’t understand the frown lines. “You don’t seem all that excited.”

  “I am. It’s taking me a minute to process.” He pulled her near. “I’m glad for Jeffrey’s sake, but Mendez was a small fish. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone has already been appointed to replace him.”

  “At least it won’t be Couch. That bastard is dead.”

  He lifted her chin and pressed his lips together. “True, and that may be wonderful for Liz, but Harvey Couch was just one of the influential men who controlled things.”

  Her shoulders slumped. “Well, that sucks.”

  “Hey, if all of the evil disappeared, what would Drake and I do for a living?” He tapped her nose.

  “You’d find something noble to occupy your time.”

  Drake placed a hand on her back. “For now, let’s celebrate. It’ll take time for everyone to regroup.”

  “Apparently not,” Kurt said. “I just spoke with Clay and Dirk. They have a new assignment.”

  She wasn’t sure if she should be privy to the inner workings of the Pack, but the men didn’t seem to worry about her overhearing.

  Kurt looked down at her. “It involves Elena Sanchez.”

  “Isn’t that Couch’s former secretary—the one Liz gave money to?”

  “Yes. They found her.”

  “Liz will be so relieved. Where is she?”

  “According to our sources, she’s in a warehouse, about to be sold to the highest bidder.”

  Chelsea’s knees weakened, and she wondered if the horror would ever end.

  THE END

  Rescuing Their Virgin Mate

  Pack Wars (Book 3)

  Vella Day

  Chapter One

  “Can anyone hear me?” Elena Sanchez’s voice cracked. She dropped her head against the rusty cage and her stomach lurched. “Help me. Please.” As she rattled the metal bars of her five-foot-by-five-foot cage, her sweaty palms slipped.

  Her voice echoed off the cavernous walls of the warehouse, sounding as empty as the hope in her heart. Had it not been for two small windows at the top of the tall building, she’d have been in total darkness. The stench of mold found its way into her nostrils, making her sick and weak. She sneezed and then groaned, “Why me?”

  She sank back on her heels. “Please, someone.” She would have cried, but the tears had dried up two weeks ago when those bastards kidnapped her.

  Every day she yelled until her throat grew dry and her voice disappeared, but no one ever answered. Never had she been so alone. Hungry, sweaty, and filthy, despair was her constant companion, but she refused to give up hope. There had to be a way out.

  Even after hours of self-reflection, nothing made sense. Why were they keeping her alive? What did they plan to do with her? She was glad they hadn’t killed her, but making her suffer by keeping her crammed in the cage defied logic.

  Had the stranger who’d approached her after work been responsible for her capture? The pretty girl had seemed rather desperate herself. She’d come out of nowhere and stopped Elena less than a block from her office. She said if Elena was willing to quit her job that day, the woman would give her five thousand dollars. Her mind couldn’t even comprehend such
an amount of money. On her secretary’s salary, it would have taken her forever to save that much.

  Elena had jumped at the offer. Working for Couch had been a nightmare. Twice he’d groped her in his office and even insisted she stay late several times without compensating her for her overtime. She’d already decided at the first of the year she’d look for another job. The woman’s offer appeared to be an early Christmas present.

  Even at the time, it seemed too good to be true, but did she listen to her conscience? No. And, that was the problem. Greed was the root of all evil—a sin. Now, she understood why she should have turned down the stranger’s offer even if that kind of money would have helped her mother’s family in Costa Rica. Her grandmother was ill. Her mother, who grew up in Costa Rica, had met her father after high school, and then moved to Gulfside, Florida, where she was born. Last year, her parents gave up their jobs and moved to Costa Rica to take care of Abuela.

  Elena gave up questioning why, because there never were answers.

  Her thin pillow was crammed in the corner, and she lay back down, waiting for the sullen guard to return. He never said a word and didn’t seem to understand English. He fed her three times a day and let her use the bathroom.

  Her captors had already confiscated her money and her suitcase on the day they’d taken her. Thank God they hadn’t violated her. Yet. She wasn’t naïve enough to think they wouldn’t.

  Her stomach grumbled. She lowered her head to her pillow as sleep won over the hunger pangs. She was almost out when the metal garage door leading to her prison squeaked opened. She bolted upright. No one had used that door before.

  Sunlight streamed in. She squinted to stop the light from piercing her eyes, desperately trying to focus on what was outside. Cars passed by, but she didn’t recognize her location. She was tempted to scream, but the sight of two burly men with guns affixed to their shoulder holsters made her throat close up.

  Heart pounding, she believed this was the day they’d rip her from her cage and kill her. Her stomach tumbled and her muscles shook. The cool outside air made her skin prickle, but the scent was sweet and salty like maybe she wasn’t far from the Gulf.

  “Put those two next to the other bitch.” The command came from a skinny dude with a nasty goatee.

  As he got closer, her breaths quickened. She recognized those tattoos on his arm. He was the one who’d taken her. Oh, my God. She hadn’t seen his face during the abduction, but when he’d stuck the needle in her arm that day at the airport, she’d spotted the unforgettable snake and devil design on the back of his hand.

  She shifted her gaze away from him and, only then, spotted women inside each of the two cages. One had dark hair like hers, and a second was a dirty blonde. Both girls looked close to her age. Though at twenty-three, she hardly considered herself a girl anymore.

  Neither moved and Elena suspected they’d been drugged, too.

  The skinny dude came up to her cage and kicked it. “I’ll be back. A good soak in the tub and I bet you’ll be ripe for the plucking.” He spit and walked out.

  Bile tinged her throat, and she covered her mouth to keep the vomit from erupting. Though probably useless, she prayed for a miracle. She was going to die. Of that she was certain. Now there’d be no man in her life or little ones running around. Tears finally spilled from her eyes, and she wiped them away.

  When the big door closed, and they were once more shrouded in semi-darkness, she kept watch, not only for the men to return but also for the women to awaken. With the addition of these new girls, it probably wouldn’t be long before they eliminated her.

  A sob escaped. Her mom’s birthday was in a month, and she really wanted to be there with her. Now that wouldn’t happen and her heart trembled. A mother should never outlive her child.

  One of the girls moaned and Elena faced her. She rapped her knuckles on her cage bars. “Hello? Can you hear me?” After dragging the pillow to the end of the cage, she knelt on it waiting for the first one to rouse. When Elena had arrived, the drug they’d given her took a long time to wear off.

  The blonde pushed up on her elbows then dropped back down. A trickle of hope surfaced. Three could think better than one.

  “Hey. Open your eyes. It’s okay.” Not really, but any reassurance would help them cope once they found out what happened.

  She needed to speak with them before the guard returned to tell them resistance was futile.

  After prodding the new women for several minutes, the blonde opened her eyes and looked around.

  She licked her lips. “Holy fuck. Where am I?” She grabbed the bars and rattled them. “Hey!”

  Her anger at the injustice must have struck home.

  “No one can hear you,” Elena said with an eerie calm.

  The girl faced her. “Whoa. You look like shit. What the fuck’s going on?”

  The girl swore too much, but given the situation, Elena understood people weren’t always at their best under these circumstances.

  “Do you remember how you got here?” Perhaps all three of them had been abducted the same way.

  “Fuck, yeah.” She brushed the hair from her face. “I was leaving the club out the back door like I do every night when this dude stumbles toward me moaning and holding his stomach. I’m thinking maybe he’s been shot or something, so I go to help him. That was when he straightens and freaking sticks a needle right here.” She rubbed the back of her arm. “Doesn’t pay to be helpful.”

  The girl’s experience kind of matched hers. Her mind spun at what that might mean. “Then you woke up here, right?”

  “You’re a real genius.”

  Why was the girl being nasty? Didn’t she understand their situation was quite dire? They’d be better off working as a team. “I’m Elena Sanchez.”

  The blonde studied her. Given she was wearing a too short skirt and a top that barely covered her breasts, she might have been an exotic dancer or worse, a hooker. “Barbie Lassiter.” She leaned against the bars. “I could use another round of whatever they gave me.”

  “You want drugs?”

  “Girlie, there is nothing better than a little coke. You should try it some time.” Barbie rubbed the inside of her arm. “So, you want to tell me how the hell you got here? You homeless or something?”

  “No. I was at the airport about to get on a plane to surprise my parents when a man who I thought was a security agent asked me to come with him. The same man who delivered you here stuck me with a needle. I’ve been here two weeks.”

  “No shit. That sucks.”

  At least the blonde was capable of some sympathy.

  The brunette rolled over, draped an arm over her face, and coughed. She then pushed up on her hands and looked around, her hair in total disarray. She spotted Barbie. “Who are you?”

  “Well, ain’t this a regular circus. I’m stuck here with two princesses.”

  Elena had had enough. “What is your problem? Don’t you understand we could die soon? Be nice.”

  “Sure, Pollyanna. That and a buck will buy me a cigarette.”

  Elena refused to rise to the bait and kept her mouth shut. She turned toward the brunette. “I’m Elena.”

  The girl faced her. Her pretty, heart-shaped face was accented with gorgeous blue eyes that looked like they belonged to a wolf rather than a human. “I’m Cheryl Johnson.”

  What a stark contrast to Barbie. The soft way Cheryl said her name made her sound fragile. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

  She rubbed her arms. “I came to Gulfside for a job interview. I’m a paralegal from Muncie, Indiana. Moving to Florida has always been my dream.”

  “Did you get the job?”

  Her chin trembled. “No. There was no job. I am the dumbest person alive. I had the cab drop me off at a rundown building outside of town. I stupidly ignored the little person in my head who told me that no respectable law firm would have a building out there. When I arrived, there was this nice woman sitting at a desk in a decent
enough office, so I thought my paranoia was due to nerves. She smiled and then escorted me to a back room, where I thought I’d meet the lawyer.” Cheryl shook her head. “All I felt was a prick to the back of my arm and then nothing.” She sniffled.

  Elena’s heart ached. That was so unfair. “Your poor parents. They’ll be worried sick.” As would her own when she didn’t call.

  Cheryl glanced down. “I’m not on the best terms with them. Only my landlord will be upset when he doesn’t receive his rent check in three weeks.”

  Both girls looked exhausted, but if Elena could just figure out why they were taken and what they had in common, she might be able to bargain with these horrible men.

  Elena wet her dry lips. “Barbie, where do you work?”

  Her chuckle came out harsh. “I’m an exotic dancer at Mons Venus.” She jerked her shoulders forward as if ready for a fight.

  Elena schooled her features. “I was a secretary for Harvey Couch.” Given he was such a jerk, perhaps he’d visited her strip club.

  Before they got a chance to figure out what to do about their confinement, the side door opened and the hulking figure she’d come to accept as part of her world trudged in. He had three food trays with him and mumbled something that sounded Russian.

  He shoved the meal through the small door at the bottom of each cage, and she wrinkled her nose at the stench. When she lifted the lid, she nearly gagged. It was some kind of porridge that smelled like burnt shoes rather than a cousin of the wheat family.

  Elena didn’t complain though. Barbie, however, shoved it back out. “What is this shit?”

  The guard picked it up, walked across the room, and dumped it in the trash. Like her, Barbie would learn that complaining would gain her nothing but pain.

  “Hey,” Barbie yelled at the retreating figure. “I need to take a piss.”

  The man pivoted and returned. He unhooked the latch on the door and it swung open. Barbie crawled out and winced when she stood.

  “Follow.”

  So, the giant could speak English. He led her outside instead of to the bathroom at the back of the warehouse. Elena was about to protest and ask why she had to use the filthy restroom in here and Barbie didn’t, but thought better of it.