Olivia focused on Jake’s face, praying he’d give her a signal. Something to let her know he had a plan to get them out of this cave alive.
What she found instead, was pure, animalistic rage. It scared the hell out of her, because she had no doubt Jake would do whatever it took to protect her, even if it meant risking his own life in the process.
Chapter 13
For as long as Jakelived—and he hoped like hell it was long enough to get Olivia out of this cave and away from these fuckers—he would never forget sight of that gun to her head. Nor would he forget the unprecedented, gut-wrenching fear that threatened to take him over because of it.
He hadn’t missed the way Olivia winced with pain when the barrel of that gun was pushed against her delicate skin. Blood ran down her temple, and the bastard who’d caused it was grinning.
Having already assessed the situation, Jake knew he couldn’t risk making any sort of move against either man. Not with Liv here. As much as it burned his ass to do it, Jake pulled the gun from his waistband and the one at his thigh, and tossed them both out the entrance of the cave.
“Now, you get up,” the taller one ordered him. “Slowly.”
Jake stood and rolled his shoulders.
“My friend is going to search you now. I have no doubt that you are more than capable of killing him swiftly, but know this. If you move...if you so much as breathe on him in a way that bothers me, I will shoot you. I will not kill you, however. I will simply take out both kneecaps so you will be forced to lie on the floor of this cave and watch helplessly while we both take what we want from your woman.”
Jake heard Olivia inhale sharply at his words, and it took every bit of strength he had not to look at her.
The man continued, “After we are finished with her, we will leave you here to rot while we take your pretty little puta with us. You will die slowly, thinking about all the things my friend and I will be doing to her. Nod if you understand.”
It grated Jake to the core, but he was in no position to argue. He tilted his head in response.
The tall man smiled. “Good.” He turned to the man behind her. “Now, my friend would like to say a proper hello to your woman.”
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When the man steppedaround from behind, Olivia couldn’t contain her surprise, or her fear.
“You?”
Shorty, the man who’d shown her too much interest at the camp, stood before her. His automatic rifle hung from a wide strap across his shoulder, his pistol held loosely down at his side.
He smiled, his nasty, yellow teeth and rancid breath nearly making her gag. When he reached up and grabbed her left breast, the bile rising from her stomach nearly choked her.
Olivia wanted to rip the asshole’s hand away, but was afraid Jake would pay the price if she did. Blinking back tears, her eyes desperately searched out Jake’s, but he wasn't looking at her. His expression was deadly as he stared at the back of Shorty’s head from behind.
