Chapter 8

Bex's pov:

Ever been to hell? Well this has got to be it. Having a baby and also being brought to a place with disgusting men who want you to strip and undress for them is pretty bad.

Macey was first. Martain pushed her in front of everyone to see her with her clothes on, she was bloody but she still looked the most gorgeous of us all. She stares at them with dread and hate in her eyes but she doesn't back down. Macey never backs down. I feel the tears come to my eyes but Macey doesn't cry. She looks straight at them with a look of... was that pity? Her dark hair is down and wavy right now and her bright blue eyes send dark looks to the men staring at her now.

"Come show yourself off, bitch!" A man yelled to her.

She glares at him, "Would you really do that to pregnant women?" She hissed.

The men laughed at her, but I knew that she found none of this funny and I remembered how Macey doesn't get revenge. She get's even. "We want a show!" Someone shouted.

"You're going to see a hell of a show then," Cammie grinned and then I remembered how both Cammie and Macey had posed as strippers for a cover on a mission before. Playing hookers and dancers was their specialty, I just hoped they knew how to get us out of here.

Nick's pov:

They make all of us watch them on the live video feed. I see Macey when someone tears her shirt off, but she keeps her boots on and her booty shorts and there was something playful about Cammie's expression when she looks at Macey and wears the same and then the two of them were kicking ass again. They were like super pregnant women on a live video feed as they spun and kicked their way through with nothing on but their skimpy lingerie and hooker boots on.

Hell, Cammie was knocking them aside as she kicked and grabbed a shirt to pull on as she kicked a man in the groin and kept on fighting with her friends.

Liz's pov:

I spun on a man who had reached for the straps of my bra and slammed him hard. Then I pulled my tank top over as quick as possible and yelled to Cammie, "Do you have the card?"

She threw me the key card through the air and I hand to jump to catch it. I slammed into another man in the process of getting to the door and swiped. "Get your asses over here!" I shouted.

It didn't take them a second thought to dive through the doorway and run for their lives.

I held the gun in my hands as I aimed for the woman diving in front she backed off, startled by me and Cammie shot at a good with a gun in his holster. "Hurry!" she screeched.

I summed up all of the strength I had to push the door down with my foot and shouted for my friends to follow.

"Where are you going bitch," I was slammed into a wall by Eloise who had come out the other door on my left. Bex stopped to help but I shouted at her to go. I could handle the slut.

"Do you really wanna play this game, I can kick your ass and you won't even see it coming," I hissed. This wasn't my normal behavior, but when I'd decided to become an operative I'd stopped playing the clutsy southern belle and became the small girl who could kick a season operative's ass in 5 seconds flat. Thanks to Cammie, she trained me. And maybe to well. I slammed Eloise into the opposite door as someone opened it, "Where's my husband," I hissed in her ear, my breath hot on her face.

"Why the hell would I tell you?" She hissed.

"Because I'll kill you otherwise."

Jonas's pov:

They came running in, Liz at the lead. She helped me from my chair I was tied to and kissed me on the mouth. She wound her fingers in my hair and sucked in my lower-lip. She mouthed my collar bone and for a second I thought she was going to get it on right there in front of everyone but she regained her composure as did I.

"Hi," I said and kissed her again. I could feel her heart beating loudly and her belly looked more swollen then usual and I had to ask, "The baby?"

"It's fine."

She pulled a gun from her waist band and handed it to me, "Cover me."

We slid out of the room and there were the men who had taken her away before. She came forward, knocking two of them down at once and went into a fighting match with an opponent three times her weight and had at least a foot advantage in height, but she knocked him down and pushed him aside. Moving forward she caught his chin with her foot and flipped in mid air sending the man sprawling into the wall. Everyone was laying disoriented on he floor. I stared at her, "sometimes you really scared me." She was about to give birth and she had just knocked seven seasoned operative to the floor, out cold. She turned to me with a sly grin, "I enjoy my work."

Nick's pov:

I had Macey cover me while I sprinted in the room and waited at the corner for Macey to follow. She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered, "You okay?" I nodded then slammed myself to another attacker. She shot at another from across the room and used her momentum from running to flip n mid-air and send one of them into a door.

A gunman who lay there picked up a gun and aimed it for Macey's back and in that moment I stopped thinking, I dove in front just in time for the bullet to hit me. I gasped for breath and crumpled over on the floor.

"Nick!" She screamed. Her eyes filled with pure fury as she threw herself on the gunman, fighting for the gun and she fought to get her finger on the trigger and then there was a loud gunshot and for a moment I couldn't tell who had been hit and I tried to sit up in sheer panic and cried out, "Macey! You're not dead! You've got to be okay!"

Then she was coming towardme, "I'm okay." She whispered. "I'm okay."

Cammie's pov:

I grabbed Zach's hand when we were about to enter the room where his mother still was, "Zach," I whispered and before I could say anything else to him he swept me up in his arms and pressed me against the wall. He kissed me hard, caressing my neck and my hair in his fingers. I twisted his hair in my fingers and kissed him softly on the throat. I didn't want to let go, but I knew we had to.

"Zach," I spoke softly. "We have to go." My lips were swollen from kisses and when I spoke it was husky for a moment.

He nodded, "Let's go. And this time, we make sure that my mom's dead."