SEALs of Honor: Cooper Read Free Page B

have other guards in the woods.
    But no signs of a rescue.
    Resistance was futile. Helpless, they were pushed on board. Two gunmen joined them. The powerful engine fired to life and slowly pulled away. They kept the lights off. Damn, she could barely see anything.
    Offshore sat a large ship of some kind. She didn’t know how international water laws worked here, and although she hoped she was still in Turkey she doubted she would be soon.
    David reached over and grabbed her hand. “I’m going overboard,” he murmured.
    No , she screamed inside but didn’t say a word. Silently she shook her head, her gaze pleading with him to not do this. He stood up as if shifting his position. The gunman hit him on the shoulder with his gun.
    David grabbed for the gun but the second gunman slammed into him. David fell to the bottom of the boat. The gunman fell over the side. He splashed and cried out for help, but the weight of his clothing and gear quickly pulled him under. She watched in horror as the disturbance in the water diminished as he sank deeper.
    The other gunman roared in outrage as the boat driver pulled the boat into slow wide circles looking for their fallen comrade.
    After ten minutes of fruitless searching, the kidnappers, pissed, their faces ridged with anger, turned the boat back to the ship waiting for them.
    Now there were only two of them, but the one looked all too ready to shoot. Shit. With only the three hostages left, their odds of overpowering these men and escaping looked worse by the moment. She stared straight ahead and tried to marshal her thought.
    A blast exploded behind them. She spun around.
    The remaining gunman shouted and waved at the pilot. She didn’t understand the words, but she understood the urgency. The pilot gunned the boat. Good, that hadn’t been part of their plan. Behind her gunfire blazed into the night. She smiled fiercely. Damn well time. These assholes they’d left behind had been found and were taking heavy fire. Not heavy enough for her.
    She twisted in her seat to stare at the shack they’d left behind. A second blast rent the air, and the building where Ron lay burst into flames. She stared at the flames in horror, tears coming to her eyes. Theresa reached out a hand and grabbed her. Sasha sniffled.
    She was torn between diving into the water and trying to reach land and the obvious rescue going on there or stay here and hope the rescuers realized where they’d been taken too. She was a strong swimmer.
    “No don’t.” Theresa tugged her closer. “They’ll shoot you too.”
    The lone gunmen clicked his gun against her shoulder and pointed it at her head. She realized they’d read her mind. She slowly sat back down, her gaze on the fiery scene behind them.
    Please, dear God, please let somebody have seen them on the boat.
    The small motorboat pulled up beside a larger vessel looming out of the water in the dark. Terrifyingly large.
    She couldn’t read the writing on the side. But the letters looked Greek to her, which considering they weren’t very far off the Greek coastline made sense. The motor boat drifted toward a ladder. At the gunman’s prodding the three were forced up the ladder and onto the deck.
    “Climb,” said the closest male. He shoved her forward. She tripped, but David caught her before she hit the floor.
    “Thanks,” she muttered.
    “Just take it easy,” he said, helping her onto the ladder. Once on top, they were grabbed and dragged down another set of stairways, inside a hallway and down to a room. They were shoved and locked inside.
    Grateful for the reprieve, she threw herself across one bed…
    “What are they going to do with us,” Theresa cried out, taking the second bed. “Does anybody know where we are?”
    “I don’t,” Sasha whispered. “But the terrorists were fighting off someone on shore.”
    “I wouldn’t count on that,” David warned. “They could have been just burning any evidence they might have left