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Dead-Eyes threw back his head and laughed before turning to his buddy, a guy so overweight Stephanie was pretty sure she could outrun his She’d never outrun Dead-Eyes, though He was big, muscled, and packed a wallop of a punch “You believe this bitch, Top?” he asked the larger man

Top grunted and shook his head, hislike Jello “Fuck no No reason for a bitch to be hiking out here, Shark Ain’t even any fuckin’ trails”

Like he spent reat outdoors

Stephanie bit back the sue Silence was her best bet Plus, this little gangbanger po gave her a second to reorient and breathe through the pain

This entire thing had been a huge ent, but basically an FBI desk jockey for the Cybercriative Division Daniel Rey, her partner of the past two years, had been an undercover agent for the Hu Task Force for years When the Bureau sniffed a case here in Townsend, Tennessee, they dragged Rey away from his cushy job and threw hio She was his contact in DC

Nothingfinancials, learning all the players But she wasn’t an undercover agent

Yet here she was because he’d ent deep undercover, but it was his first So the Bureau had sent her to Tennessee And she’d been the idiot to go off in the woods by herself

“Get the fuck up, bitch,” Shark said He grabbed her hair and started to yank her to her feet She may not be out in the field often, but she’d been trained like any other agent Reflex and hours of rigorous instruction kicked in She reacted without thinking, raut

Shark grunted and released her hair “Fuck!” he yelled

Her heart raced and, for one second, she froze Then her brain screamed run, and she took off like a rabbit

She’d ed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet like she was a sht out, kicking, screa to bite But it was all in vain Whoever held her was bigger, stronger, and meaner than she was He squeezed her until she felt her ribs would pop right out of her sternum