Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)(30)

She did glance back at the bed though. That would have been a storm of another kind. A freaking hurricane. Hurricane Case, with strong winds and an orgasmic tidal wave. Damn, but that man rocked her world.

And now they had a shot.

Case was up on his feet. He’d gone from dirty bad boy to soldier in a heartbeat. “I don’t suppose there’s anywhere in here you could hide.”

Hide? “Why would I hide? It’s just turbulence. We need to buckle in. It feels fine right now, but the winds could pick up any second. Let’s go.”

He moved in front of the door, his voice a low growl. “That wasn’t turbulence. The plane has been perfectly level the whole time. And I know a well-executed maneuver when I feel one. He tossed us from side to side and then up and down to throw us off. I’m betting he expected he would only have to deal with one man, but he got four. He waited until we were all up and moving and this is how he gets the upper hand. He’ll have the other guys guarded by now. If he hasn’t managed to take them out.”

“Who is this ‘he’ you’re talking about?” Case sounded paranoid. Why would the pilot purposefully try to throw everyone off? The answer hit her with the force of a two-by-four. “Shit.”

Case’s lips curved up in an arrogant smirk. “Yes, princess, this is a kidnapping and you’re the star of the show. And I left my f*cking gun in my bag.”

Her brothers were going to kill her. They would lock her up somewhere. “Maybe you’re wrong and the pilot’s just drunk or something.”

It was kind of a horrible thing to wish for. That’s what happened when you suddenly hit rock bottom.

Case opened his mouth but that was when someone knocked on the door.

“Mr. Taggart, I believe you’ll find my people have your people taken care of. If you want them to live for more than the next ten minutes, you’ll hand over the prize,” a masculine voice said.

Prize? Oh, she would show them what a prize was. It looked like she wasn’t finished busting balls this evening.

Before she could open her mouth to give the * behind the door a piece of her mind, Case was behind her, covering her mouth with his big hand. He held her tight, his mouth to her ear. Only a few minutes before he’d held her like this in the sexiest way.

She was so perverted because she still thought it was kind of sexy.

“Don’t you f*cking dare spit bile his way,” he whispered in her ear. “If he’s not lying then Michael and Hutch are in trouble. And if I find out Fain is in on this, I’ll feed that f*cker his own dick. I need you to open that door and explain that you have no idea where I am. I showed up. You got pissed. I left. Do you understand me? When he comes in here to find me, let him. Nod your head if you understand.”

He was obviously about to do some hot commando stuff. She was a complete freak, but it did something for her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but she was also still kind of aroused. Being near him even in the midst of danger got her hot.

He was holding her pretty tight so nodding would be hard. It was okay. She had another way. She licked him.

“Don’t you f*cking die. And I’ll spank you for that later.” He moved away from her, his hand peeling back, and she watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Her brother had purchased the plane from some crazy king of a small island nation off the coast of India. The whole thing was designed to spend a nice evening with a lady. Or four. She’d heard some crazy stories about Kash Kamdar. She’d been looking forward to bringing an entirely new chapter of perversion to this particular room but some butthead had to try to kidnap her.

Now she had to find a way to give Case the chance to take him out.

Her optimism took over. She was generally a glass is half full and tastes really good kind of girl. She liked to look on the bright side of things. This dude was f*cking up her calm. Mia strode to the door and slammed it open. “What?”

The copilot was standing there, a big old gun in his hand, but she glared at him. He stared behind her, obviously looking for the real threat.

Oh, she would show that motherf*cker a threat.

“Where’s Taggart?” He gave a good impression of a hardened criminal.

She still wasn’t buying it. He was a jerkwad ass face who’d cost her a nice night. She was going to start carrying. Life would be easier if she could shove her Ruger in his face. Or his crotch. Guys seemed to react more correctly to that particular placement. “How the hell should I know?”

Case was wrong about how to deal with him. He’d told her not to spit bile his way, but a little defiance went a long way. Confidence was the key. Did this blowhole think she’d never been in a shitty position before? She was a blonde f*cking reporter who’d been to some crazy parts of the world. No one took her seriously. She’d stared down terrorists and Hollywood *s who thought she was fat. Once she’d had to talk her way out of a biker bar that housed a notorious drug lord. That hadn’t been easy. She could handle this *.

And if Ezra was a part of this, Case would have to fight her for the right to cut off his junk.

The copilot was a lanky dude, but he knew how to hold a gun. It was pointing right at her face, but she wasn’t about to shrink from that shit. The minute she did, she gave him more power.

“He walked back this way.” The copilot, whose name she didn’t remember because he was a f*cking numbnut, strode into the bedroom, his gun out.