Rogue Renegades (Rogue Trilogy) (5 page)

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Abby waited for the sun to set before she took a shower. With the arrival of night, the temperature dropped slightly
, making the air more breathable. It was her favorite time to bathe. Tying her hair into a ponytail, she stepped into the bathroom and undressed.

A few minutes later, s
he cocked her head to the side. The noise of the shower didn’t quite cover the sound of someone moving around in the bedroom. Her breath caught when she thought that Ryan had returned early for once. Turning off the water, she turned just as the door banged open.

Instead of seeing her captor,
a stranger leered at her wet, naked body. The man was naked as well. He was short, squat and had a beer belly that looked like he’d swallowed a beach ball. His dick was puny, but erect. He stroked himself as he grinned at her through rotten teeth.

“I’m going to fuck you in every hole,” he promised her in broken English.

Abby stepped onto the old towel that she’d used as a bathmat. Rage flared at the threat of rape and she shut her emotions down before they could take control. Things could get very messy when she let her emotions get the better of her. “Come and take me then,” she invited and stood provocatively with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.

Lust shone in the bandit’s yellow tinged eyes. He was killing himself with alcohol and drugs, but they were the least of his problems. Abby was about to make sure that he
wouldn’t die from liver failure, or any other illness for that matter.

Unable to believe that the beautiful
brunette actually wanted him to fuck her, the man rushed forward with his hands outstretched to grab her tits. He came within three feet of her then doubled over when her foot connected with his gonads. Groaning in agony, he fell and didn’t stand a chance of defending himself as her forearm swung towards his throat.

Abby stepped back as the man clutched his
balls and throat, gasping for air and not getting any. She’d crushed his windpipe and only emergency surgery could have saved him. She watched dispassionately as his legs kicked for a few minutes as his face turned purple. Shifting him onto his side a few moments before he expired, she slid the old towel beneath him as his bowels gave way in a smelly brown and yellow gush.

Corpses were rarely pretty and this one was uglier than most.
It took her a few minutes to clean up the mess he’d made when his bowels had loosened. Washing the towel, she hung it over the shower rail then bundled the dead man into the corner. Death made him heavy and it took some effort to position him so he was sitting up. She pushed his head forward to hide the damage to his throat and put his hands over his bruised testicles. Stepping back, she examined him critically. To the casual observer, he looked like he’d passed out after drinking too much. It would take a keen eye to notice that he wasn’t breathing.

The entire encounter had taken
less than ten minutes and Abby left the bathroom and crossed to the now unlocked bedroom door. She peeked into the hallway and no one was in sight. The two guards had stepped outside to take a smoke and apparently her attacker had taken the opportunity to pay her a visit. No one knew that he’d entered Alejandro’s room and hopefully he wouldn’t be missed anytime soon. If anyone had been watching through a hole in the bathroom wall, she’d have already been executed. She was safe, for now.

Taking another shower to wash off any evidence of
the murder, Abby dried herself off, dressed and sat down on the bed to wait for Ryan. The dead man offered her his silent, unwelcome companionship until the doorknob finally turned. She had plenty of time to mull over the fact that she had broken her vow not to kill again. It was either kill him or allow herself be violated. She hadn’t really had a choice, but Abby’s conscience bowed beneath the burden of yet another death at her hands.

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Finding his bedroom door
already unlocked, Ryan’s heart leaped into his throat. Expecting to find Abby’s well raped corpse lying on the bed, he quietly exhaled in relief when he pushed the door open and saw her sitting up and watching him. She wasn’t showing any signs of abuse, yet something had upset her. Her face was drawn and her eyes were shadowed. They cut towards the bathroom door and he nodded once in response.

Closing and relocking the door, he walked over to the bathroom
and flicked the light on. He saw the naked corpse of one of the bandits propped up in the corner and closed the door. At first glance, it looked like the outlaw had simply passed out. The grayish tone of his skin told him the truth.

Ryan
crouched beside the dead man and examined his body. It took only a few seconds to piece together what had happened. Abby had been attacked and had managed to either kick or knee the man in the groin. She’d used her elbow or possibly her forearm to crush his throat. The only question he had was whether she’d killed the man by accident or on purpose.

Leaving the corpse where
it was for now, he stepped beneath the shower and noted the old towel handing over the shower rail. Still dripping wet, it bore the faint stains of excrement, presumably made by the dead man. Ryan’s admiration for Abby grew. Not only had she defended herself, she’d cleaned up the mess as well.

A dead man in the bathroom was a definite mood killer
, but his cock grew hard the instant he stepped out of the bathroom and saw Abby kneeling on the bed. Totally naked, her hands gripped the rail. Her knees were wide open and she silently invited him to mount her. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he swallowed it down.

Moving to the end of the bed, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He didn’t know what was going on inside her head, but
there were no telltale signs of arousal yet. This would be their last time together and he suddenly felt the need to bring her pleasure. Taking another long look at her, he committed the sight of her naked and on her knees to his memory then switched the light off. He’d only left the bathroom door open a sliver, just enough to let a trickle of light into the bedroom.

Abby heard
Ryan disrobe and the mattress protested when he knelt behind her. “I need you to take that memory away from me, please,” she whispered when he leaned forward and put his hands on her breasts.

Lust
surged through Ryan as he realized what she was asking. The attack had traumatized her and she needed him to replace it with something far better. “I’ll try,” he whispered back and pushed her head down until her cheek was pressed up against the mattress.

With her ass in the air and her legs spread open, Abby was completely exposed to
Ryan. She’d shut her emotions down when she’d killed the thug, but her mental walls broke when her captor’s hands fondled her breasts gently then he pressed his hard length against her vagina and rocked against her. He ran a hand down her torso, across her abs to her clit. He slid a finger inside her and she wished it was his penis instead. He fingered her hard and she soon became slick with her juices. Pulling his finger out, he rotated her clit in a slow, lazy circle.

Helpless to stop herself,
Abby moved her pelvis backwards and forwards, moaning quietly as Ryan drove his cock against her opening without quite entering her. He continued to rub her clit in a maddening circle. Shifting her weight, she took them both down onto their sides. Ryan made a sound of surprise when she took him in her hand and pressed it hard against her clit. He thrust his hips against her ass as she slid him against her and stroked his shaft at the same time. His hands mounded, squeezed and flicked her nipples then he rolled until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him. Using his shaft as a dildo, she rubbed it against her pussy, moaning in need and grinding her ass against him.

Abby felt
Ryan’s shaft stiffen even more and then he was spurting into her hand. Before she could give a groan of disappointment, he flipped her onto her stomach and drew her up to her knees again. With her face on the mattress and her legs wide apart, she was in the exact position that they’d first started in.

Lying on his back with Abby’s knees on either side of his head, Ryan levered himself up on his elbows and ran his tongue along Abby’s o
pening. She convulsed and gave a strangled moan. She was dripping wet with need and he used his fingers to spread her lips apart then lapped at her. Bucking against him, she pressed her face into the mattress as he delved deep inside her with his tongue. Finding her clit, he circled it then flicked it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Using two fingers, he drove them deep into her and she instantly began to rock against him, moaning deeply in her throat. With a few strokes of his fingers and tongue, he took her over the edge, spiraling her into an orgasm that left her spent.

Lying spread-eagled on the bed, Abby fought to get her breath back as
Ryan briefly went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washer. He pressed it into her hand and she wiped his sperm off her fingers. She then used it to clean her nether regions. She wasn’t sure that she’d ever been this wet before, but knew for certain that that had been the best orgasm of her life.

Ryan
felt a fresh surge of desire when Abby used the washer on herself then stood and unselfconsciously walked to the bathroom as if she was used to walking around naked in front of a near stranger. She didn’t even glance at the body in the corner as she rinsed the washer out. She avoided his gaze when she returned and clothed herself. He had the distinct feeling that she was feeling ashamed that she’d asked him to pleasure her.

Hiding her embarrassment from
Ryan, Abby climbed into his bed and lay on her side as he showered. She’d begged him to take her and he’d still retained enough presence of mind to stick to his promise. He’d made her come, but he hadn’t penetrated her. If their circumstances had been different, she’d have been very interested in getting to know Ryan better. But their circumstances were very strange and they’d been thrown together by a twist of fate. It was highly doubtful that he was single. A man like that had to belong to someone. She didn’t kid herself that she’d fallen in love with him, she was simply powerfully attracted to him.

They spent a sleepless night lying side by side
, being careful not to touch and wishing that things could have been different between them.

In the morning,
Ryan got up early as usual and brought back enough food for three meals again. “Be ready to leave sometime after dark,” he whispered as she took the tray without meeting his eyes.

Abby nodded in understanding and retreated to the bed. Withdrawing the knife from beneath the mattress, she put it in her
purse and forced herself to eat some fruit. It was going to be a very long day and she just wanted it to be over so she could return to her usual stressful life of hiding from her former boss again.

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Ryan
performed his job on autopilot as they headed to yet another small village to bilk some tourists of their cash and belongings. No one was kidnapped this time, which he was very thankful for. One gorgeous captive was more than enough for him to handle.

The day seemed to stretch on forever as they moved to the next village where another group of tourists awaited.
Luring tourists into a trap was a fairly recent scam that he’d arranged with the tour guides. He could only pay off so many cops to look the other way. The thievery would eventually begin to hurt the tourist industry and the authorities would be forced to step in.

As the sun began to wane, they headed back to the compound. Diego was due to arrive sometime after nightfall and everyone was eager to receive their
promised bonus. In high spirits, the men in the back of the truck shared a bottle of whiskey. They were already planning on how they’d spend their extra money.

As
taciturn as ever, Ryan tried to run through every possible way to kill Diego Montoya. He’d originally planned on simply gunning the man down the moment he saw him. It was a suicidal notion, which hadn’t particularly bothered him before. Things had changed now and he didn’t just have himself to think of anymore.

He’d promised Abby that he’d get her our safely and so he had to
revise his plan. He now had to corner Montoya while he was alone. He’d have to kill him swiftly and silently then get the hell out of the compound with his captive in tow. If he died, Abby would be shared amongst the men. The thought of her being held down and violated by a gang of forty criminals filled him with revulsion. He couldn’t do anything to save the other women who were used on a daily basis, but Abby was his responsibility. He’d gotten her into this and he had to get her out.

Well used to planning op
erations and directing a team of men, this time his mission would be a solo affair and he had no one to back him up. With someone else to look out for now, the stakes were far higher than they’d been in a long time.

He pretended to drink more than usual and everyone left him alone, wary of his morose silence. Word had spread about Marcos’ attempted assassination and how easily Alejandro had evaded it and
had gunned down five men without sustaining a single scratch. Despite his sullen silence, the other five leaders were celebrating the impending arrival of their boss.

Speak of the devil,
Ryan thought as he heard the sound of two cars pulling up outside. Diego didn’t travel anywhere without an armed entourage. A total of eight men accompanied him inside. Women scurried to prepare a hot meal and to hand out beer and tequila as the boss strolled into the makeshift meeting area.

Casting his eye over the gathering, Diego
hesitated for a second then smiled widely when his eyes came to rest on a new face. “You must be Alejandro. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Standing,
Ryan was careful not to allow his hatred to show. “Diego. It is good to meet you at last.”

“You’ve made me a lot of money,” Diego said as he stepped forward and offered his hand. His guards watched Alejandro carefully as he shook hands with their boss. “You also saved me the task of killing Marcos,” Diego added. “He was fond of skimming
from my profits and I was growing tired of his thievery.”

Forcing a smile,
Ryan gritted his teeth and fought down the urge to smash his fist into the face of the man who’d had his wife murdered. He’d seen Montoya in the flesh two years ago when he’d almost managed to take him in. Ryan looked nothing like he had back then and Diego didn’t seem to recognize him at all. “I am glad I saved you the trouble,” Ryan lied and took his seat when the boss waved at him to relax.

Pretending to drink the rest of his beer, he handed the nearly full bottle back to
Carlotta and took a fresh one. Diego and his men sat on the hodgepodge of chairs and began drinking in earnest.

Two hours later, most of the men were reeling and their eyes were bloodshot. Diego ha
d given them their bonuses shortly after arriving. All of the banditos had lined up to receive their cut. Diego had handed over the cash like he was a god, lording his higher status over them. Unlike everyone else, he wore an expensive shirt and slacks. The shirt was open almost all the way to his waist, but sweat still dripped down his skin. His dark hair was slicked back with gel that made it seem perpetually wet.

Ryan
patiently bided his time as the lackeys were paid and Montoya and his men grew rowdier. He was waiting for the perfect opportunity to eliminate his target. When Diego stumbled to his feet, Ryan readied himself for action. The boss gestured for him to follow and he could hardly believe his luck when the boss waved for his goons to remain behind. “Walk with me, Alejandro. I want to get to know my most productive employee better.”

If
Ryan hadn’t been so eager to get this over and done with, he would have heard the slight sneer as Diego said his name. The pair walked out into the main hallway, which was mostly empty at this time of the night. Their only company was the two guards at the far end of the hall.

“You have
risen quickly through the ranks, my friend,” Diego said as they strolled slowly down the darkened corridor.

Ryan
’s senses became heightened as he prepared himself to act. He smelled sweat, cigarette smoke, greed and despair. Their shoes scuffed on the bare concrete, someone coughed from behind a closed door and a mattress squeaked as one of the men took his woman. “I had incentive,” he said with complete honestly.

“Ah, yes. You wished to meet me in person. Why is that, I wonder? Am I so fascinating that
you felt you had to murder over a dozen of my men just to be accepted into the group?”

Now that the moment had come,
Ryan’s throat closed up and he couldn’t voice a reply. His revenge was so close that he could taste it. His hand crept towards his gun but stilled when Diego spoke again.

“I
have to admire your persistence. It has taken you two years to track me down, but you finally did it.” Diego turned to face the man he’d recognized instantly despite his disguise of dark hair and eyes. “I never forget a face, Agent Sheldon.”

Standing only
five feet apart, they watched each other for the space of a few heart beats, then both drew their weapons at the same time. Ryan’s training saved him and he spun away as the bullet chewed a groove in his right shoulder instead of going through his neck. His aim was better and Diego cursed as blood spurted from his left cheek. The drug lord wasn’t anywhere near as drunk as he was been pretending to be and he moved quickly for cover. He kicked a door open and darted inside, roaring for his guards.

Hesitating
between going in after Montoya or keeping his promise, Ryan swore bitterly in disappointment and ran down the hall.