Adam (The Protectors #5)(44)
Chapter 17
Jill heard the commotion and cursed the damn thing on her head, preventing her from seeing. “Adam!” she screamed, knowing that whatever was happening was bad. Trying to break the bindings that had her wrists tied behind her, she struggled with everything she had. It cut into her wrists, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting free to help Adam and Steve. She could hear Steve yelling out a warning to Adam.
“Stop!” A familiar voice shouted above her as firm hands grabbed her shoulders. “I said stop!”
“Slade?” Jill felt relief, but something didn’t feel right. The canvas bag that had been placed over her head was pulled free and her arms were untied. Her eyes shot around the room, and shock blasted through her body. They were in the warehouse, and every Warrior but Slade was on Adam. Without thought, she shot off the floor flinging herself into the middle of chaos not knowing what the hell was going on.
“Son of a bitch!” Jared yelled from the pile. “Get her the f*ck off me before she gets hurt!”
Slade snatched her around the waist, throwing her over his shoulder. She pushed herself up so she could see Adam; what she saw she couldn’t understand. Kicking her legs, she fought again to be released. Rearing her head back, she bared her fangs, and then immediately regretted it when Slade howled and her teeth hit nothing but hard muscles. The smack on her ass was hard.
“You little hellcat!” Slade roared smacking her ass one more time almost dropping her, but set her down on her feet.
“You need help with that.” The voice behind the man who threatened to rape her came from beside them.
“Shut the hell up, Jax!” Slade stopped Jill from running for Adam. Taking her face into his large hands, he made her focus on him. “They are not hurting him. They are trying to calm him down and get him under control.”
Jill didn’t understand what the hell was going on. Everything she thought she knew was in total shambles. She felt betrayed by the ones who she felt she could trust the most, and she was pissed beyond anything she had ever felt before. Pulling her face from his hands, she jerked her head to the side to look past him. Damon was taking the bag off Steve as Jared spoke to Adam, who lay flat on his back no longer struggling.
Turning back to Slade, she frowned. “What is going on?”
“Have a seat and we’ll explain.” The man Slade called Jax dismissed her as he walked by.
Glaring at the man, Jill felt her hands itch to plaster him to the wall. If he made one move toward her, she would do just that. He was as tall as Slade, but leaner. He had a dark, exotic look about him and she thought of Sam Elliott when she heard his voice. “You ripped my shirt, *.” Was out of Jill’s mouth before she could pull it back, but man, she had to do something to let some of the anger out and plastering him against a wall may be a bad move.
He stopped, turning slowly. His dark eyes glinting in the overhead lights. Ripping his shirt off, he walked toward her. “Take mine.”
Jill’s eyes stayed on his; they didn’t even waver toward his naked torso. She knew his type. He thought he was God’s gift to women, and oh, he was handsome all right, but not her type at all.
Before she could toss it back at him, Slade grabbed it out of her hands and slammed it into the man’s chest hard. “You went too far, Jax,” Slade growled, taking an aggressive step forward.
Jax laughed deeply. “So it’s true, ah.” His eyes went from Slade to Jill, his eyes running over her. “Nice, real nice.”
Jill wasn’t exactly sure what all that meant, but at the moment, she didn’t care. Pulling her shirt closed, she headed toward Steve and Adam, who were sitting in the chairs. Adam looked exhausted, his head hung down, his arms on his knees.
“You guys okay?” Jill asked, kneeling between them.
“Yeah, but I think I shit myself.” Steve whispered, glancing up at all the Warriors who were huddled with Sloan.
“When did Sloan get here?” Jill also watched, looking over her shoulder.
Adam finally looked up, his fangs still enlarged. “This was part of our training.”
Jill looked back surprised. “What?”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, this was all part of our training.” He snorted, rubbing his eyes. “What the f*ck did we sign up for?”
Sloan walked up, stopping them from talking further. “Jill, take a seat,” he said and waited for her to follow his orders, which she did quickly. “This was your first test, and I have to say I’m impressed. It was a little chaotic, but not bad.”
All the Warriors, who had lined up behind Sloan, nodded their approval. Jill’s eyes roamed each of them stopping on Slade who was staring directly at her with a pissed expression on his face. She wondered what the hell he was pissed at now; she was the one who was almost gang raped. She was getting sick of his mood swings. Hell, he had more mood swings than a premenstrual teen girl. A smile tugged her lips at that thought, but she quickly wiped it from her mouth when Slade snarled at her. Turning her attention back to Sloan was the safest thing she could do at the moment.
“You have a lot of work ahead of you, but what we saw so far is that you have what it takes to train further without wasting our time.” Sloan glanced over at the new man. “This is Jax Wheeler, one of the best and toughest interrogators with the VC Warriors.”