Page 21 of Meaner Than Evil

Claudia snaps, “Watch you mouth! She’s not drugged.”

“OH! I’m sorry,” the blonde apologizes to her. “I didn’t know.” She glances at me, and the pity in her eyes makes my gut tighten again.

The rest of the day, they behave as if we are all girlfriends enjoying a day at a spa. They give me a deep tissue massage, a pedicure and a manicure, wash and style my hair, a full facial, and then they argue again over my makeup.

“I think we should leave her natural.” Claudia recommends. “She’s beautiful without any.”

“Nonsense, El Diablo expects her to be presented like a prize.”

“But too much makeup will not enhance her. She’ll look cheap. She has to look worth the price.”

A girl rummaging through a small suitcase asks, “What will she be wearing so I can match her eyeshadow and lip gross?”

Claudia answers, “Nothing. She’s to be presented naked.”

I close my eyes to find Jack’s face angry.

I step off the stage with my wet teeshirt clinging to my tits wearing the lei the hot as hell bouncer just awarded me with as the winner.

Instead of the men who are gawking at the edge of the platform backing up and giving me room to step down onto the floor, they crowd forward and begin groping my boobs.

Shocked, I squeal and try to swat their hands away, backing up the steps. When I break free, I turn and chest bump the bouncer. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me to the side, then begins to smack down the over aggressive male audience.

Each punch he throws has devastating force and he's knocked three of them out cold before the others retreat.

When he turns back to look at me, his face is angry. His eyes burning with dark fire. This dude is mean as hell, and my god, I’m more turned on than before.

I whisper, “Thank you for saving me.”

He answers, “Anytime.”

I smirk. “My place or yours?”

His smile seals the deal. “I’m Jack Black, by the way.”

“Logan Tisdale. Nice to meet you.”

Eleven

Hammer

The hours before the mission are spent setting up shop and getting everything ready for tonight's snatch and grab rescue.

From the airport, we take the two SUV's the local FBI office offered for our transportation to the marina and board a yacht that was seized in a drug bust.

Besides Wilkerson, another special agent named Shepard is attached to the team for the actual rescue operation. Shepard is piloting the yacht, while Wilkerson will run interference.

In addition to the team set up at the Tisdale's, there is also a hostage resolution team standing by several miles away at a warehouse to handle any other trafficking victims that may be rescued as well. Because Cock Blockers operates independent of the FBI, but covertly under their umbrella, an entire team of special agents who will arrest any survivors, process the crime scene, and will take the credit for the success, will be staged around the Hamptons ready to move forward when the mission is complete.

The trip to the waters offshore from the mansion is uneventful, and the landscape is straight off a travel brochure. Beautiful. I can see why Logan loves it here.

When we anchor, everyone knows their assignment, and we begin setting up the equipment needed to carry out a successful mission.

Mike and I unload the drone that LicenseToOwn will fly as overwatch. It's equipped with thermal heat sensors, so we will know immediately how many bodies are inside the mansion.

Crockett, Brody, and Justin set up the communication equipment, testing the signals, and making sure the coms all work. Since they will go in as frogmen, they then properly pack the explosives and weapons for the swim.

Jocko and Luce, Zane, and Batman are staged in an SUV and patrolling the area. They will move in as soon as the cameras are disabled, and the front gate is unlocked.

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