Precious Angel (Alpha Province #4)(8)

By: Becca Van

Feng swallowed nervously. “I can’t.”

“Fuck! I want every available resource out searching for that cunt. How long do we have?” Decha asked.

“A couple of weeks at most,” Feng replied. “The Triad leader wanted me to send another photo of the bitch once the swelling had gone down and she’d healed up some.”

Aiguo sighed with relief. “That’s something at least.” He rubbed his chin as he thought. “We try and find the cunt, but if we can’t, I want you to snatch another woman off the street who looks similar to the bitch. Lei won’t know about the substitute since she was so injured.”

Feng nodded to placate his boss and while he knew he should have told the man paying him the big bucks that wouldn’t work, he kept his mouth shut. His contact in the Triad had asked him all about the bitch and he’d answered. He had no doubt that the leader’s man had already done a background search on the cunt and found photos of her on social media sites. He should have kept her identity a secret instead of passing over her credentials and how Decha had gotten his hands on her. He was going to put every man they could spare on looking for that slut. He’d also make sure he had a means of escape set in place because if the shit hit the fan—and it was highly likely it would—he needed to get away fast. There was no way he was going to end up getting killed when he was just following orders. If anyone was going down, it wouldn’t be him.

“Search for the car,” Decha ordered. “There is no way she hasn’t left a trail behind, especially with all the CCTV’s and digital tracks people leave. Get Jung to set up alerts on the bitch. I want her back here by the end of the week.”

Feng nodded again, spun on his heel, and hurried out of the office. He’d do everything he could to find the woman, and in between time, he’d start emptying his bank accounts and acquiring false documentation. If things didn’t pan out, he was going to head to Australia and start over.

Kenzie was still in pain the next time she opened her eyes, but at least she wasn’t feeling sick to her stomach, and she thought the fever she’d had was gone. When she forced her eyelids open, she was glad that she could see more and suspected some of the swelling had gone down, too. She didn’t realize the neck brace had been removed until she turned her head without any hindrance. She was surprised to see three men sitting in chairs against the wall, with their heads leaning against the plaster. They looked as if they were sound asleep.

One of the men wore a patch over his right eye, and there was some scarring she could see that wasn’t covered by the patch. He was a big man. In fact, they all were. Their tall, muscular bodies dwarfed the chairs they were sleeping in. They all had black hair and from what she could remember from earlier, they also all had blue eyes. There were a lot of similarities that made her suspect they were brothers or cousins, but they weren’t identical. At least she didn’t think so. The man in the middle had burn scars on his forearms and the one on his other side looked as if he’d been involved in a knife fight and come out the loser. A frisson of fear skated up her spine as goose bumps raced over her skin. Even though the men were damaged, they were also handsome, and she gasped when her breasts swelled and her nipples hardened. She quickly turned her head away from them.

After glancing toward the covered window and seeing no light seeping in along the sides she suspected it was nighttime, but she had no real way to gauge. For all she knew, it was the middle of the day and there could be security screens on the outside of the window blocking any sunlight from coming in.

She gasped and jerked when a deep voice spoke, then cringed as her ribs protested.

“How are you feeling, Kenzie?”

She turned her gaze toward the foot of the bed to find the doctor hovering over her and making notes on a chart. “Better than I did.”

He glanced up and met her gaze. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ve wrapped your ribs, but it’s going to take weeks before they’re healed properly. Is there anyone I can call for you?”

“No,” she whispered in reply and tried to keep the tears burning her eyes at bay when she thought of her alcoholic father and how he’d sold her like she was a possession and not a living, breathing human being with feelings. “There’s no one. How long have I been here?”

“About six hours.”

“Kenzie, you’re awake!” the man with the patch blurted out loudly. The other two guys stirred and sat up straighter in their seats.

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