All Chapters of Aegis Group: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rogelio drifted among the guests. Most he recognized on sight. Others took a moment. A few were completely new to him, which was usually a good sign. Tonight...tonight he didn't like it. The new faces made him uneasy after the morning's raid. Somehow they'd kept it under wraps and no one knew. Yet. But that was going to change. This might be the last auction for a while, so it was a pity they still had to admit the newbies.Cruz had hammered home that a buyer needed an average of five auctions before they made a purchase. A long wait between auctions would mean hitting the reset button for those who attended, but hadn't bought. Sometimes it was because the right product wasn't available, other times they needed to warm up to the idea. While it had become common practice to sell lots of women to establishments such as brothels, it was less accepted among the rich. But these people were used to paying a price for what they wanted. It was really a matter of changing their minds to view

Hannah.Mason gripped the binoculars, his throat seizing up. It was his first glimpse of her since the airport. He was powerless to do anything about the big African man carrying her to the curb and a waiting car. She kicked, an elbow went flying. Even now she was fighting back, but she was tired, he could tell that from a hundred yards."I see Hannah," he managed to get out. "Black limo. Get into positions."This was exactly what they'd hoped to avoid. The only good thing now was that they were minutes away from getting Hannah back. But at what price? There was still the very real danger the man would kill her, that she could be hurt during the rescue."Luke, get out of there." Zain started the SUV's engine below."I can't. I'm being watched." Luke's voice was pitched so low it was hard to hear over the coms."I'm signaling Jer we're on the move." Mason could only hope the CIA was in range. Jerry couldn't tell Mason anything for sure, but he'd wanted the full report on the

Hannah handed out another cup of water, but her heart wasn't in it.Where was Mason? Travis? Zain? Luke?The CIA agents had swept them up unilaterally, uninterested in their reason for being there. She'd been put with the other American prisoners. To a one, they'd been rescued from the fire and the buyers. It was enough of a relief-she could cry. If she'd had enough moisture left in her body. There was no doubt she was dehydrated and running on fumes.But where was Mason?She'd been rescued, only to become a prisoner again. This time of her own government.A man in slacks and a CIA vest opened the door to the large holding room, or whatever it was they were keeping them in."Hannah Stevens?" he called out."Here!" She held her hand up.Wait-did she want him to know who she was?Too late now."Come with me?" He waved her to the door.She followed, her bare feet cold on the tile. The sequins scratched her arms and thighs. In a few places the dress had rubbed her raw

A loud Bang! Crash! woke Mason from a deep sleep. Hannah started in his arms.It took him half a second to remember they were in her bedroom and the other half to start moving. He stood, drawing his gun from the side table, and circled the bed to stand between her and the door."Mason?" Hannah whispered, the tension strung tight in her voice."In the bathroom, now."She rolled out of bed and stopped, head tilted sideways. If possible, her face seemed to go even paler in the darkness.A light flipped on downstairs, flooding the upper landing in a warm, yellow glow.She turned, eyes wide, lips parted, panting, and mouthed, "Dad."Oh shit."Are you sure?" he whispered.Mason kept the gun in hand, but lowered it.Hannah tiptoed out of the room to the banister and peered over."Daddy?""Hannah. Dear God, they just told me." Footsteps thumped on the stairs.She glanced over her shoulder, expression panic stricken.Mason slipped his handgun into her nightstand, sna

Mason stared at the popcorn ceiling, his mind blissfully quiet. Hannah's breathing had evened out, not that he didn't like the sound of her panting and breathless, but sex was an entirely different aerobic activity. The sheets rustled. Hannah rolled to her side, her beautiful, bare body pressed against him. He groped around until he found her hand and squeezed.He really needed to step up his post-sex game.Had he ever been with a virgin?Sex on the stairs and the dresser and...fuck...up against the wall. Not exactly baby steps.He turned his head to catch a glimpse of her and a lump formed in his throat.Her big eyes stared at him, little pools of water at the corners, ready to become Niagara Falls."What's wrong?" He turned, pulling her up against his chest. "Did I hurt you?""No, no."Shit.He was an ass."What happened?" He swiped his thumb just under her eye, catching a bit of moisture."What did my dad say?"That.Oh.Fuck."Nothing bad. Well...I'm s