Hunted

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Authors: Jaycee Clark

Tags: #slavery, #undercover cops, #Suspense, #Deadly series, #sexy, #fbi, #human trafficking, #Kinncaid brothers, #Texas

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Books by Jaycee Clark

 

 

Angel Eyes

Firebird

Talons
(coauthored with Shannon Stacey, Mandy Roth, Michelle Pillow, and Sydney Somers)

Black Aura

Ghost Cats
(coauthored with Mandy Roth and Michelle Pillow)

Ghost Cats: Revenge

The Dream

Deadly Shadows

Deadly Ties

Deadly Obsession

Deadly Games

Deadly Secrets

Phoenix Rising II
(coauthored with Donna Grant and Mandy Roth)

Ghost Cats 2
(coauthored with Mandy Roth and Michelle Pillow)

Beyond the Page Books

are published by

Beyond the Page Publishing

www.beyondthepagepub.com

 

Copyright © 2013 by Jaycee Clark

Excerpt from
Deadly Shadows
copyright © 2011 by Jaycee Clark

Cover design and illustration by Dar Albert, Wicked Smart Designs

 

ISBN: 978-1-937349-53-0

 

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Contents

 

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Epilogue

Excerpt from
Deadly Shadows

The Kinncaid Brothers Series

About the Author

Prologue

 

 

Czech Republic; late summer

 

The body landed in a tangle of naked bloody limbs.

Mikhail Jezek watched. Dried, half-decayed leaves, dirt and other debris sticking to her body as the girl rolled over the ground. The summer night breathed hot and thick around them all.

He sniffed and looked to the other woman who stood before him. Her face was bruised and battered, her lips split and cracked—from the beatings and the fact he’d denied her food or drink for days. Her eyes, those icy eyes, were blank, almost accepting, almost broken. Almost. She’d been a hellcat when he’d first found her. He’d tried to train her, to instruct her, to
break
her, but he was finally forced to teach her the hard way. Some had to learn the hard way. Mikhail brushed his finger down her bare arm. She was naked, but no one in their group noticed. No one cared, and no one else would pass by. It was desolate here.

Goose bumps pricked her skin in his finger’s wake and he smiled.

He hadn’t wanted to put this one in the brothels, she was a rare beauty. True grace and a face that rivaled those caught on priceless canvas, but she thought he was horrible. She would learn what true horror could be.

Tonight was just that. A lesson.

He looked from her averted face back to the still figure on the ground beside the open grave one of his men had dug earlier. They’d all known this was coming and he chose to end it now. Mikhail nodded once to his men. They stepped back, one pulling a gun free from a shoulder holster hidden beneath the dark jacket before looking back to Mikhail.

Mikhail waited, studying the stupid girl’s prone body lying on the night-dewed grass. He’d given that one the name Ebony. Some of the girls came to them complete with identification, visas, passports, which were all quickly destroyed. Others, he or his contacts simply found and liked. Either way, the girls became his. Ebony was one of those who he’d seen, liked and took. He didn’t know her true identity and honestly didn’t care.

You should,
an inner voice warned him.

He ruthlessly ignored it and took a deep breath.

Stars glittered quietly from the dark sky. The headlights from his limo slashed across the quiet scene. The dark trees, still and silent, witnessed tonight’s events.

The other woman, Dusk, trembled before him. In darkness, things looked different. Not colored, but in a macabre, harshly contrasted black and white. Two of his men, Ebony, and the empty grave. Black on white, gray on shadows.

The leaves of the trees rustled near the wood’s edge. Creepy places, abandoned cemeteries, but it served its purpose. An old cemetery was a perfect place to dump a body. Rarely did anyone look for the dead if the place catered to that very need. His eyes stayed on the point of tonight’s venture.

Ebony, a lovely little Italian piece, had been beautiful once, but not now. Now she was bloody, dirty, no longer graceful, but broken. He’d broken her, let his men break her. Not merely reining her in, not only teaching her her place, but
breaking
her. If she’d come around, she would have brought him a pretty price. However, he’d learned long ago some losses simply must be cut and the profit forgotten.

Stupid bitch. She’d tried to escape.

Her dark matted hair twisted around her neck and face, blood trickled in rivulets from various cuts and wounds inflicted on her. Her arm lay at an odd angle from her body where it had been broken hours before.

Still she had whispered of vengeance, screamed it until her throat had been raw and hoarse.

Mikhail took a deep breath in through his nose. The woman before him still didn’t look at Ebony. He grabbed her face, digging his fingers into her chin and forcing her to watch.

“This is what I do to those who try to escape me,” he said softly.

She shut her eyes, the bruises and swollen skin marring the beauty of those thick-lashed, icy blue eyes.

He
tsked
and tightened his hold on her chin until she opened her eyes. “You. Will. Watch.”

Her eyes weren’t blank now, but shadowed with fear . . .

Good, she should fear him.

He nodded to one of the guards, who pointed the gun at Ebony’s still figure on the ground and pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. Then his man moved the gun a fraction lower and fired off two more rounds into Ebony’s heart. The woman he held flinched with each bullet. He waited until those wide, tear-filled eyes rose from the girl’s body on the ground to him.

He smiled, shoved her forward and waited, made her watch while his men rolled Ebony’s body into the grave. He shoved her harder and she went down on her knees beside the grave, a small whimper moaning through the night, her fingers flexing in the loose dirt.

He pulled his own gun free—a wonderful CZ75. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Would you like to join Ebony?”

Her body trembled, her breath wheezed out.

He waited.

Her chest shook as she inhaled. She appeared as broken as the one they’d just disposed of, but he knew better.

Her hands were fisted in her lap, the knuckles marred and dirty on those long lean thighs.

Still a bit of anger left in her, was there?

He put the barrel of the gun at the base of her skull and waited.

She flinched and her trembles increased.

He could all but smell her fear. He smiled. “Would you like to join Ebony, Dusk?”

Still she only trembled, her head bowing.

He waited.

“P-p-pl-please,” she whispered, so quietly he barely heard her.

“What was that? I didn’t quiet catch it. Did you say something?”

“P-please,” she said a bit louder.

“Please
what
, Dusk?”

Her body shook on another breath. “Please d-don-don’t kill me.”

He pressed the gun harder against the base of her skull, and she threw her hands out with a small cry to keep from falling into the grave.

A sob choked into the air, as the yawning grave waited . . .

Slowly, he pulled the gun away.

She didn’t move.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “You see, I can be lenient.” He held his hand out, noting she winced as she stood, but then she would wince after the beating he’d given her.

As she stood, she swayed, but he tightened his hand on her arm, watching her eyes.

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