Page 101 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"Naw, Robby wants me alive and so does Diego," Clint told her confidently. "He wants to hear me screaming while he rapes my woman. Unfortunately, he's smart enough to know he can't haul both of us out of here drugged."

"All we need is the bitch," Manuelo snapped.

"You'll have to kill me to take her, and you know it. So how do you intend to resolve it?"

Manuelo was breathing heavily now, a fine film of perspiration glistening on his dark forehead as he stared back at Clint with enraged eyes. Small tremors tore through Manuelo's body as Jenna watched him worriedly.

"What you say about my brother. It is untrue." His voice was hoarse, his finger pressed a little too snugly against the trigger of the gun.

Jenna moved to Manuelo's side, her gaze definitely nervous now as Diego began to tremble with rage.

Clint shrugged. "We spent two years investigating Fuentes' organization before we hit his compound in Colombia. We had spies everywhere. Santos was one of our best."

The fury that overwhelmed the other man would have been terrifying if Morganna had the time to be terrified. As Maneulo brought the gun up, Clint moved.

Before she could do more than gasp, he had gripped the barrel, tearing it away from her as he backhanded Jenna and jerked her gun out of her hand at the same time.

Morganna didn't think; she went after the other woman. As long as Jenna was moving, she was a danger, and Morganna had a feeling Clint was going to have his hands full with Manuelo.

As Jenna snapped back from the force of Clint's blow- no such luck that it would have knocked her out-Morganna came up with the palm of her hand, aiming for the other woman's nose.

Jenna wasn't quite as lazy as her attitude led others to believe, though. Before Morganna could deliver the blow, Jenna snapped her head back, causing the blow to glance off her chin. But it gave Morganna the chance she needed.

A roundhouse kick knocked Jenna farther back from where Clint and Fuentes were exchanging blows with a force that sounded like two mules kicking each other.

"You fucking whore!" Jenna screamed as blood flowed from her nose, her expression twisting with maniacal rage as she kicked her shoes off and raised her fists. "Come on. bitch."

Oh yeah, she was going to fistfight, Morganna thought sarcastically. She didn't think so. She kicked out again, catching Jenna in the gut and throwing her farther back.

Balancing on the balls of her feet, Morganna was thankful she had managed a few of the buttons on Clint's shirt before she caught sight of Manuelo and Jenna. Otherwise, she would have had to flash the other woman, and Morganna just hated giving the bisexual Jenna that pleasure.

"Come on, Jenna." Morganna motioned to the other woman with a flick of her fingers. "Come and get me if you can. I'm going to kick your ass for this; then I'm going to watch you hauled away in cuffs when Drage gets down here."

"Drage won't be here," Jenna sneered. "I told you, I disabled everything."

"And he'll see it, if he hasn't already. And he'll know," she assured Jenna with a cool smile as they circled each other. "He'll know, Jenna, and when he looks at you, he's going to give you that little sneer you've always hated so much. Won't that suck?"

Behind her, she could hear Clint and Manuelo grunting between blows. Dammit, she wished Clint would finish off the little prick. Morganna hated fighting.

"Bitch, I'll fuck you myself," Jenna snarled, spit dribbling from the comer of her mouth and mixing with the blood on her lip. "You and your boyfriend."

Morganna imitated Drage's sneer. The little curl at the corner of the lips, the knowing, cynical expression. The other woman screamed in fury before she rushed her. Unfortunately, she caught Morganna off guard. Just a little bit, Morganna assured herself. But the blow Jenna delivered to Morganna's face snapped her head back a second before Jenna tackled her.

"Dammit." Morganna went to the floor as she slammed her knee into Jenna's pelvis, causing the other woman to double over in pain.

A sharp blow to the side of her face, and Jenna collapsed to the floor as Morganna rolled to her knees and scrambled for the couch. She could see the gun just beneath the edge, still holstered, as Clint and Manuelo grappled with each other.

They were both bloody. And Manuelo had a knife. Blood marred Clint's chest from a shallow cut at his breastbone and again low on his abdomen. Manuelo was wielding the knife like a demon, despite the obvious broken and bleeding nose. As the other man struck out with the knife again, Clint delivered a sharp kick to Manuelo's knee, obviously intending to send him to the floor. Which might have worked if he hadn't managed to somehow bring Clint down with him.

As Morganna jerked the gun from beneath the couch and tore it from the holster, fingers clawed at her hair, jerking her back.

Damn Jenna. Morganna slammed her elbow back, hearing the other woman's pain-filled grunt with an edge of satisfaction a second before she turned to Jenna, doubled her fist, and laid into her face.

Jenna's eyes rolled back in her head as she toppled backward. Gripping the gun, Morganna flipped around, staring back in horror at the sight of Manuelo straddling Clint, the knife between them as they struggled for it.

> Morganna lifted the gun, her hands shaking as fear tore through her system. As her finger tightened on the trigger, a sharp blow to her back knocked her off balance.

"I'm going to blow your fucking head off!" Morganna screamed, jerking around as another blow knocked the gun from her hands.

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