Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Saving Stephanie (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Kathy Ivan

Author:Kathy Ivan [Ivan, Kathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: military romance, Romantic Suspense, New Orleans Connection Series, Special Forces Operation Alpha
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-07-05T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Too much time. It had taken longer than Etienne had planned getting out of the kitchen. Disabling the guards hadn’t been all that difficult, especially since two of them left, carrying loaded trays of food. Probably for the other two women, wherever they were being sequestered. Which skewed the odds in his favor.

Now three guards sat hogtied and angry, and gagged with kitchen towels. The cook had cheered up immensely after she’d seen him coldcock the first guard, and assisted by bashing one of the guards with a skillet. Even he’d winced at the sound of the metal hitting the guy’s skull. Good thing it wasn’t a cast iron one, or said guard would probably be dead.

Using his rusty Spanish, he’d guided Sofia out through the back patio, watching for the patrolling guards. He’d pointed her toward a break in the foliage, where his brother squatted, half-blocked by leaves and vines, and whispered for her to hurry. She’d barely made it across the patio before a guard rounded the corner.

Hidden in the shadows from the roof overhang, Etienne held his breath as the man walked by, his HK-416 cradled in his hands. Movements slow and steady, the guard continued past him, never looking left or right. My C.O. would’ve had his ass doing pushups, for such sloppy guard duty, he’d have trouble walking upright for a week.

Edging along the wall, with his back pressed flat, Etienne peered through the window, noting the kitchen remained empty. Sliding through the door, he stayed low, hidden by the kitchen island and the appliances.

He needed to find Stephanie. Prescott seemed obsessed with her. Couldn’t seem to keep his hands off his girl. Been forced to watch with a detached nonchalance he didn’t feel as Prescott slid his hand along the soft skin of Stephanie’s throat. Stood silently when that hand tightened ever so slightly, cutting off her air.

Prescott had laughed and pressed a kiss against her cheek before having the guards drag him to the kitchen. It seemed an eternity had passed from that moment until now. His mind reeled as his thoughts spiraled through one scenario after another—highlighting all the things that bastard might have done while he’d been held hostage in that damned kitchen.

Stop. Don’t go there. Focus, do your job.

To his right was the entrance from the foyer into the kitchen. Probably not the smartest path to take, since he’d noted several guards standing a silent vigil there earlier. Staying low, he moved behind the kitchen island, and spotted a set of stairs. Remembered the blueprints showed them as leading upstairs—probably the route the servants took. Didn’t matter, as long as it led upstairs without being seen. If he was lucky, there wouldn’t be a guard at the top waiting for him with an AK-47.

Staying close to the wall, to avoid any squeaking stair tread, he silently made his way to the second floor Taking a deep breath, he tried to remember exactly where he’d seen Stephanie earlier. He was pretty sure she’d been on the third floor balcony.

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