She was watching him.
Ike knew it.
The cameras were barely perceptible.
But he’d found seven of them in the bare room.
The walls were accordion-style panels constructed of heavy-gauge, extruded aluminum. The kind that protected homes in Florida from hurricanes and blocked strong winds and sunlight, making it damn impossible for him to see what was beyond the walls.
The ceiling was concrete, as was the floor, painted a dark gray to match the aluminum walls. Three small vents pumped air conditioning into the space. None big enough for him to stick more than an arm inside. That was only if he could get past the mesh metal grate, which had proven impenetrable.
Dim white lights hung from the center that never turned off, casting an eerie glow. The room was pristine and devoid of any dirt or dust. Newly constructed, he’d guessed.
The only furniture inside was a full-sized mattress resting on the floor in one corner. Stacks of non-perishable goods—canned beans and vegetables, tuna, crackers, peanut butter, granola bars, and bottles of water sat near the end of the mattress. Enough for a week. Maybe more. A functioning toilet sat in the opposite corner.
There was no door.
No way out.
He’d lost track of time.
Days and nights had passed, but he wasn’t sure how many.
He couldn’t guess how long he’d been trapped inside the room.
He reeked from not showering, clothed in the same pair of basketball shorts he’d worn when the Russians burst into his condo. There was nothing left for him to do but wait … for her.
He’d spent all his time trapped in this room, recounting every minute he’d spent with her. The crash landing on the balcony of the condo three floors below his. Long, straight black hair tossed over one shoulder. Legs that stretched for days. Tits begging to be caressed, licked, and sucked. The face that was driving him wild, gorgeous, and sensual. He’d committed every part of her to memory. He’d jacked off dozens of times to the thought of her while he suffered through the endless time trapped in this place.
She said she would save him.
That must mean she would be coming to visit him soon.
And when she did, he would be ready for her.
Ready to make his escape.
Walking toward one of the walls, Ike pressed his palms against the accordion panels, moving his hands up and down and across, searching for a weakness. A way to pry past the fortress he was locked inside.
The only thing that brought him solace was knowing his disappearance wouldn’t go unnoticed. It would trigger an onslaught of searches for him, all deep cover and all ruthless. Friends like brothers determined to find him and rescue him from this place.
Ike shifted to the adjacent wall. He had no doubt that Sebastian, Everett, and Lachlan were in hot pursuit. Bobby was likely monitoring the dark web for any clues of his whereabouts. Kane might be on the inside, pretending to steal for the Brazhenskys to get intel on him. And Adonis would be somewhere in the background, covering their tracks, making sure none of them got caught for breaking the law to find him.
But the Brazhenskys weren’t behind his abduction.
She was.
A mystery woman with no name.
Ike banged on the panel with his fist. The sound echoed through the space. The panel screeched and moaned from the strain, then opened. He stumbled backward in shock. How many times had he pounded on the walls to no avail? Now they opened.
The panels collapsed, sliding slowly toward one side, revealing a bare wall with a flat-screen, sixty-inch television mounted to it. The screen flickered to life. The view depicted a room appointed with expensive furnishings, typical of an executive suite in a five-star hotel. No signature decor pieces or elements that would help him figure out which hotel or where. The camera panned slowly to the right.
Ike moved forward, his eyes drawn to the mystery woman as she sat on a high-back, winged chair. Black tresses pulled into a ponytail, the thick braid resting over her shoulder. She stroked the ends of her hair as the sexiest pout settled on her cupid’s bow lips. A shimmering gold halter top barely covered her amazing breasts.
But it was those sparkling dark brown eyes, intense and focused on something beyond the view of the camera’s angle, that riveted him. She was full-blown gorgeous in every possible way. Flawless and perfect.
He stroked a finger along the screen, tracing the curves of her body as his cock stirred to life. The consistent and uncontrollable reaction he had to her. He had to find out who she was and why she’d taken him.
