Page 36 of Her Captivated Hero

Dex’s shoulders hunched, then he looked up and stared his friend Hunter in the eye. “He never saw them again. At the next port, the captain got off the ship for supplies and never came back.”

“How’d Kane track him down?” Gray asked.

“Fuck if I know, he’s as good as Clint Archer,” Dex said. Hell, that was high praise. Clint Archer was the communications and intelligence guru from Midnight Delta. Dex had worked with him for years.

“Where’s Clint?” Hunter asked.

“The Midnight Delta team is in Nigeria.”

“Shit,” Griff breathed.

They all nodded.

“Fucking Boko Haram. Nigeria is the worst. You’re stuck fighting against women and children who’ve been kidnapped and brainwashed. It’s heartbreaking,” Aiden said bitterly.

Gray looked at his men. “Okay, enough of their shit, we’ve got our own to worry about. We need to get to those two women before they’re thrown into the Persian Gulf.” He nodded at Dex who was kneeling in front of his comp. “You’re staying here and coordinating everything. We’ll let you know as we dispatch the bad guys. Did your know-it-all new best friend have any idea how many people besides the guards are on the yacht?”

“Faizon and his family. That would be his grown son, and two teenage daughters.”

“He took his family? Two young daughters?” Gray felt his stomach turn over.

“I just pray to God he’s keeping his daughters far away from what’s going on with his prisoners,” Aiden said. Gray remembered one of the human trafficking missions Aiden had worked on with the Midnight Delta team. The people involved had been evil.

“Okay, we want to hit the yacht at two a.m. We want off the boat at two-thirty, and no more than an hour after that, I want our asses back on the truck with the women, headed for Bahrain.” All of his men nodded.

“Aiden, did you take what you needed for triage?” Gray asked. Aiden was one of the best medics he knew.

“I’ll do what I can on the yacht,” Aiden assured him. “Dalton, you know the drill.”

Dalton nodded. As the leanest man on the team, he would be giving up his wetsuit to one of the women. Dex’s wetsuit would be carried by Griff because extra weight wouldn’t slow him down.

“Do a communications check,” Dex demanded.

They all checked their mics and receivers, then dropped into the water off the dock. Gray was the last to go in. If anything happened to one of his men, he’d be there to take care of them and haul their ass back to shore. But with these Navy SEAL’s, seeing the sun at midnight would be more likely. Still, it was his job to have their six.