An Excerpt From: HUNTING MILA
Copyright © MELISSA SCHROEDER, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
"Listen, guys—and I am using that term loosely—this has been a lot of fun, but, well, I have plans."
"You don't know how to uthe that," George said between gasps.
To prove him wrong, she shot off a round an inch in front of his feet. "I hate to tell both of you, but you picked the wrong heiress to fuck with."
Without another word, she ran to the door, smiling when it opened automatically. They didn't even think to lock the damn door. She leaned her head out of the doorway, looking in both directions. No guard. Stepping out, she faced the room. Harry was trying to stand. George was three feet from where she'd last seen him. The door slid shut behind her and she used the butt of her weapon to smash the instrument panel and jam the door.
She looked one way, then the other. The hall didn't give her any clue to where she was. As she suspected, this looked like a research facility, with bare hallways and next to no sign of people. But the halls were dark, the lighting out in places, so she assumed there was a good chance there wasn't anyone about. Those two probably had no backup at all. Idiots.
She turned to her right, figuring it was as good as the left, and started running. Her captors might be stupid, but it didn't take much to get a jammed door opened. As she turned the corner, she ran into someone large. And fucking hard. She practically bounced off whoever it was.
Fingers wrapped around her upper arm, dark-skinned and, thankfully, human. When she looked up—and it took a long time because he was a tall one—she gulped. Jesus. Long dreadlocks hung about his shoulders. Even in the dimly lit hallway, she could see his strong jaw, full lips, high cheekbones, broad nose and black eyes.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" he asked, his uppercrust English accent threading his words.
At first she didn't respond. No one talked to Mila that way.
"What does it look like I'm doing, asshead? I'm trying to get my ass out of here."
His eyes widened, then narrowed, irritation flashing in them. There was something vaguely familiar about them, but she knew she'd have remembered meeting this man.
He took a deep breath before speaking. "Listen, sweetheart, I'm not here by choice. So I'd appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up and just come along with me."