Shades of Gray (23 page)

CHAPTER 36

P.J.
didn’t sleep that night. She went through a dozen scenarios in her head, but none
of them did any good, because she had no idea what she was up against.

And the bastard was toying with her. She checked her email repeatedly, hour after
hour, and no information came through.

It wasn’t until eight thirty the next morning that the email popped into her inbox.

She pounded the table in frustration, because all it said was that a car would pick
her up at nine thirty at the Stubentor subway stop.

With no information to leave for Steele, she was going to have to rely solely on the
tracking devices and hope to hell they weren’t discovered before Steele arrived and
got a bead on her location.

She affixed one of the patches to the bottom of her foot, and the other she attached
to the elastic she used to pull her hair into a ponytail.

Praying Steele and company arrived soon, she left her room at the hostel, asking directions
to the nearest subway station.

It was funny that she couldn’t remember any other mission. Didn’t remember how she
felt, if she’d been scared, if she’d worried about dying or getting one of her teammates
killed.

The old P.J. had been cocky and self-assured. The new P.J. had a much better grasp
of just what could go wrong, and she was certainly more in touch with her mortality
and that of her teammates.

No one was going to die if she had anything to say about it.

She rode the subway in tense silence, wondering if Steele and her team had arrived,
hoping that they’d been able to pick up the signal on the tracking devices.

The bastards would probably frisk her pretty hard, but her hope was that if they found
one of the tracking devices, they wouldn’t even bother looking for a second. And she’d
purposely worn a plain T-shirt and jeans because there wasn’t a possible way to conceal
anything, and she wanted Brumley to think she’d complied one hundred percent with
his orders.

When her stop arrived, she got off and glanced warily around. She wasn’t entirely
certain what she was looking for, but she figured the assholes would find her quick
enough.

And she was right.

She hadn’t taken more than a few steps off the platform when she felt the barrel of
a gun pressed painfully into her back.

“Keep walking and don’t do anything stupid.”

The accented voice was an assault to her ears. She wanted nothing more than to let
loose and kick the fucker’s ass, but she controlled her rage and walked meekly in
the direction he pointed her.

She was shoved into a waiting car and ordered to lie down on the seat.

She did as she was instructed and waited an eternity as the car drove for what seemed
like forever before stopping again. She waited for the man to open the door and tell
her what he wanted. She didn’t want to risk pissing him off this early in the game.

Patience was the word for the day. Stall. Whatever it took to get Steele and the team
in position.

“Get up and don’t try anything stupid,” the man barked.

She rose slowly, making sure her hands could be seen.

As soon as she was out of the car, the man shoved her toward the entrance of what
looked to be a damn fortress.

She cast a quick glance behind her, taking in the wrought iron gate and high security
fence, not to mention the armed guards that patrolled the perimeter.

It wouldn’t be easy, but she had every confidence that Steele would expertly handle
whatever obstacles he encountered.

Her main focus now had to be Cole and making sure he was alive and okay.

She stumbled up the steps, her leg protesting the strain she was putting on it. Then
she exaggerated her limp as they entered the house. The weaker they assumed she was,
the better opportunity she had to catch them off guard.

She nearly groaned when he directed her to a spiral staircase that led to the next
level. Noticeably grimacing, she navigated the stairwell at a snail’s pace. She didn’t
have to fake the discomfort this time.

The man pushed at her, obviously in a hurry, and she bit back the retort that burned
her lips.

When they finally reached the top, he directed her down the long hallway to a door
at the end. Once there, he knocked sharply and awaited the summons.

She held her breath when the door opened, not knowing what to expect on the other
side. The man shoved her inside and she stumbled, her leg not able to take the sudden
push.

She went sprawling onto the hardwood floor, and when she looked up, the object of
her nightmare was standing across the room, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Quickly taking stock of the rest of the room, she counted three other armed guards
plus Brumley. Then her gaze lighted on Cole and her heart stopped.

He was bound to a chair and his face was a mess. Dried blood crusted his nose and
mouth and a bruise darkened one eye. Rage filled her, roaring through her veins, giving
her the impetus to pick herself up and face Brumley down.

“So you came,” Brumley said. “I wondered if you’d leave your teammate to save your
own ass. Maybe I underestimated you.”

“You’ve made that mistake a few times,” P.J. snarled. “So what’s the deal, Brumley?
You said me for him. I’m here, so let him go.”

Even though she knew he had no such intention, she’d play his game for as long as
possible.

Brumley dismissed the man who’d escorted her up, who left, closing the door behind
him.

Then Brumley turned his attention back to her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “So
we meet again at last. You know, I should have let Nelson have his way when he asked
to keep you around as a pet. I think you would have been fun to play with. And it
wouldn’t have cost me three of my men.”

P.J.’s lip curled into a snarl. “You aren’t man enough, Brumley. The only time you
can get it up is when the woman is drugged and helpless. You couldn’t take me in a
fair fight.”

“Shut the fuck up, P.J.,” Cole barked.

She spared him a glance, and he was seething in fury over her baiting Brumley. Every
muscle in his body was straining against his bonds. He was one ball of pissed-off
alpha male.

“You play a dangerous game,” Brumley said softly. “What do you hope to accomplish?
I win. I have you. I have your teammate here. You can’t possibly hope to win.”

“The deal isn’t about winning,” she said calmly. “You said me for him.” She jabbed
her thumb in Cole’s direction. “So let him go and then it’s just you and me. Want
me to strip down? Make it easy for you? Let’s see if you can get it up when I’m not
out of my mind and unable to move as a result of your drug.”

She cut her eyes toward Cole, telling him silently not to react. She just hoped to
hell he got the message.

“I was thinking more along the lines of a long-term arrangement,” Brumley countered.
“I have a nice little cage that would be perfect for you. My little pet. Play with
you awhile then put you back in your cage. After a while you’ll be grateful for whatever
attention I give you. I’ll have you broken in no time flat.”

She laughed. “In your dreams.”

Brumley lifted an eyebrow. “So strip. If I’m satisfied with your performance, I’ll
let your precious teammate go.”

“Going to fuck me right here in front of everyone?” she taunted. “I don’t know if
I’d want your men to know you’re an impotent little shit.”

Brumley advanced on her but she stood her ground. He wrapped his fist in her hair,
pulling her up close. Then he backhanded her but held her tightly so she didn’t fall
away.

“Watch your mouth or I’ll kill him right here in front of you and then I’ll have you
while you watch him dying.”

P.J. held out her hands. “Okay, you win. You’re the boss. Tell me what you want.”

“Strip,” he said again.

She blew out a breath. This is not what she wanted. For all she knew the asshole would
pass her around to his little guard dogs, who were all leaning forward in interest
now.

But she needed at least one of them close if she had any hope of getting a weapon.

“Want a striptease or you just want it done?” she snapped.

Every minute she could keep him talking gave her much-needed time for Steele to get
here.

Brumley motioned to one of his men. “Get her out of her clothing and make it quick.”

She held her breath, every sense on high alert.

The man closest to Brumley went forward eagerly.

“Put your hands up and don’t make a move,” the guard said to her in a terse tone.

Slowly she raised her arms while he pulled a knife and made quick work of her shirt.

Cole went crazy. The chair he was positioned in bumped and threatened to shatter,
forcing one of the other guards over. He pulled a gun and held it to Cole’s head.

“For God’s sake, P.J., don’t do this,” Cole pleaded.

She didn’t dare even look his way. She couldn’t lose her focus.

When the man charged with undressing her got to her jeans, he yanked at the button
of the fly and then slashed downward, coming perilously close to slicing through her
skin.

She was standing in just her bra and panties and she’d never felt so vulnerable in
her life.

Stop it!

She wouldn’t go back to being that scared, helpless woman she’d been the first time
Brumley had raped her. She wouldn’t let that woman come in and take control. This
time
she
was in control. She was in the driver’s seat and he’d take nothing from her. She’d
die before she allowed him to touch her again.

She kept close watch on the man divesting her of her clothing. His gun was so close,
almost within reach. So very close. She held her breath, needing him to turn just
a bit more.

Shit, she’d lost track of the third man. One was guarding Cole, one was stripping
her down, but where was the third guy?

She couldn’t pretend modesty and suddenly start acting the shy maiden when she’d boldly
confronted Brumley and issued her challenge.

Fuck.

She cringed when the asshole slid the blade underneath her bra right in the hollow
of her breasts. A sick feeling assailed her when the bra fell away and then he moved
the blade lower to her panties.

Oh God, help me. Please, please let Steele be close.

She might not be able to get herself and Cole out of this one on her own.

The man stepped back and she lost any opportunity of grabbing his gun. She was left
alone in the middle of the room, naked, with the eyes of these bastards feasting greedily
on her.

Then she finally located the third guard. He’d been behind her, toward the corner,
but now he stepped forward, wanting to look his fill as well.

The anticipation on the guards’ faces told her it was very likely that Brumley didn’t
mind sharing his property.

Brumley took a step forward and she could see the bulge in his slacks. The bastard
was completely turned on by the scene before him and he likely savored the idea of
raping her right here in front of Cole.

“Okay, I’m naked,” she said coolly. “Let him go.”

Brumley cast a glance in Cole’s direction. Cole’s expression was murderous.

“And let him miss out on the fun?” Brumley asked. “What better satisfaction would
it be than to fuck you right here while he watches?”

“That wasn’t the deal,” she snapped.

“So sue me.”

She bared her teeth even though she’d known that was precisely what he planned to
do.

He took a step toward her, and for a moment she was taken back in time to when she’d
been forced to endure his suffocating weight, the smell of her blood. The horrible
pain he’d inflicted and then when he’d pushed himself inside her body.

Brumley’s gaze wandered down her body, staring at the scars from the wounds he’d inflicted.
There was a sick satisfaction in his gaze.

“Just think. Those marks—my marks—will be on you forever. Every time you see them,
look at them, you’ll be reminded of me. I plan to add more. I’m not going to kill
you, P.J. I’m going to keep you alive, but you’re going to wish you were dead. I guarantee
you that.”

It took all her effort not to allow him to see the paralyzing fear and revulsion that
exploded through her body. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. If she died today,
she’d die fearlessly and she’d take this son of a bitch down with her.

She felt the presence of the guard behind her. He’d moved in close until she could
feel the desperate lust radiating from him. Maybe Brumley planned to have him hold
her down while Brumley raped her. Whatever the case, she couldn’t wait a minute longer
for Steele. She was going to have to get out of this one herself.

She pinpointed the positions of the other men. The one that most worried her was the
one holding a gun on Cole. However, he was far too focused on the scene playing out
before him and he’d actually lowered the gun a few precious inches. Enough that if
he got a shot off, Cole had a damn good chance of surviving.

Then she made her move.

Rotating on her good leg, she connected with a solid right hook to the face of the
guard standing behind her. Then she yanked his gun from the holster and shot the guard
standing closest to Cole.

She dropped and rolled, firing off a series of rounds at the guard she’d taken the
gun from and then she frantically tried to locate the last armed man.

The fucker had dived behind the desk while Brumley reached for his own piece. Shit!

She rolled until she got a clear view in the cutout of the desk and kneecapped the
other fucker, making him howl in pain. As soon as he leaned down to grab his knee,
she put a bullet through his head.

Another shot sounded, and for a moment she thought she’d been hit. But she felt no
pain.

Oh no. Oh God no.
No, no, no
!

She scrambled up to see Cole slumped over, blood streaming down the right side of
his body. Then blinding pain overwhelmed her as Brumley hit her in the face with the
butt of his gun.