Page 3 of Hidden But Not Safe

Meg hesitated, then nodded.

“Julio, look—”

Julio didn’t take his eyes off of Meg as he interrupted the dealer’s begging with a bullet to his face.

Naz and Seb took out the dealer’s companions even as they reached for their guns. Getting ride of multiple bodies was going to be a bitch.

“But you’re right,” Julio said. “No one gets to touch what’s mine.” He tucked away his gun before reaching for her arm and pulling her to her feet. “Should I fuck you here, where they can all watch again?” He sneered at her. “A slut like you would get off on everyone having a turn ramming your cunt if I let them, wouldn’t you?”

Some of the men called out their interest, Miguel being the first.

Naz wondered if he was the only one who saw the way nerves skittered in Meg’s amber eyes.

“I only want your dick,” she said, smiling at Julio.

Naz felt like he had ice in his veins. If Julio went through with this, fucking her right there, Naz was getting out of there as fast as he could and leaving them to clean up the fucking mess on their own, consequences be damned.

Julio wrinkled his nose, the smell of the bodies registering. “That asshole shat himself. Good thing you’re with a real man now, baby. Come on.”

Naz stared after them. Julio had a firm grip on Meg, right over the bruise on her arm, where the now-dead dealer had gripped her.

Naz tucked his own gun away and moved to the bodies, focusing on the distraction while the other men complained about how they hadn’t gotten to fuck such a prime piece of ass.

Chapter 2

Naz scrubbed his hands at the spigot on the warehouse property, sluicing the water over his shaved head. Disposing of bodies didn’t normally give him a cold sweat. He knew what did, but he was attempting to ignore the images that plagued his mind.

The creak of a door caused him to lift his head. Water dripped onto the shoulders of his cotton shirt as he watched the naked woman descend one of the trailer’s steps, clutching her clothes.

For fuck’s sake, what the hell did she think she was doing?

His eyes cut away, searching the yard for the other men. He didn’t see anyone else, but Julio wasn’t going to like her strutting around like she was.

He stared at her ear as she approached him, letting his peripheral vision pick up any sudden movements. She was naked, and it wasn’t likely a weapon would fit among the clothes clutched in her hand, but he sure as hell didn’t trust her not to try something.

“Is this the only place to clean up around here?” Meg asked, her grimace letting his eyes move to her face. “That asshole didn’t use a condom, and I’m going to get a UTI for sure if I don’t take a piss and clean up.”

Naz’s gaze went back to the spigot still flowing with water, but he didn’t want to imagine her cleaning out her private parts right there beside him. The brief glimpse of the hair between her legs and her glistening thighs was enough to have his nerves rioting.

He turned off the water and jerked his head toward the other trailer, which had a bathroom, including a shower. He let her move ahead of him before following. Her wandering around the compound by herself didn’t seem like a safe option.

His hand reached over her shoulder to hold the trailer door open, and she tensed briefly before resuming her progress up the steps and inside. There were guns and sharp objects scattered throughout the tiny kitchen. He was right not to leave her alone with all that. He gestured toward the bathroom beyond it.

“Oh, thank God,” she muttered, rushing inside and shutting the door.

Naz tried to remember if anyone had left a gun inside the bathroom. He hoped not, but he settled against the wall, sliding down to sit on the carpet, where he’d have a clear view. There was no telling what the others had done on the cruddy couch in the trailer.

The sound of the shower helped him to breathe.

Meg’s breasts had been perkier than the few he’d seen, with darker nipples, more brown than pink. He tried to bury the thought. His job as muscle had caused him to see more naked people than he would have liked. Half the women the cartel slept with were like Meg, not caring who saw them fucking, but that didn’t mean he wanted to look or watch.

He doubted anyone he worked for would believe he’d never fucked anyone by choice. His mind tried to slither into memories of when he hadn’t had any control over what happened to him.

The vibration in his pocket was a welcome distraction. He dragged his phone out, seeing the text message he’d been expecting.

Diego checked in every seven days. Naz was convinced the man had an alarm set for it.

‘Proof of life.’