Precious Cargo: Taken

Chapter Six

SPENCER

When Spencer left her, she was still asleep. He secured the house and turned the motion sensors on. Now while he was gone he would be able to monitor her and know everything she was doing.

He didn't want to leave her, but he had to. He knew that there was no way she would be able to escape though. And even if she found a way, there was nowhere she could go.

Soon Kylie would realize her place was here with him.

Spencer had taken her three more times during the night, and even woke her once when he brought her to orgasm while she slept. When she woke to find him tasting her, she barely had time before her peak found her. He knew he had exhausted her enough that she would not wake until he landed in Houston.

Once he was in Houston he would complete the job and be back immediately. He couldn't be away from her for long. His body ached for her already, and he hadn't even made it off his property.

The call for the Houston job came in yesterday. He had been doing his research and working on this for months. Knowing that at any moment he would get the call and have to go to work.

Leaving Kylie was an option he was not comfortable with. Spencer didn't want her out of his sight or his protection. She was his responsibility. His to care for and provide for.

His.

Such a foreign concept. Months ago he would have never thought he would be in a position where he was responsible for another person, aside from himself. Until Kylie.

As soon as he saw her that first time, he knew she was it for him. He never had a choice in the matter.

It was her laugh.

Spencer was parked in the alley next to the coffee shop she worked at. It was just before dawn and he was getting what he needed from the back of the SUV. He had noticed her as soon as he saw her. She was opening the café and talking to a Hispanic guy holding an apron.

Her laugh was what caught his attention. She seemed so happy and free. He was immediately drawn to her.

Once she got the door unlocked, the Hispanic guy opened the door and urged her in, following behind her. Who the fuck was this guy to her?

Hold on, why did he care? She was just a random female.

The lights began to come on in the café and he caught glimpses of her. The Hispanic guy had disappeared into the back area. She had a grace about her, almost like she was floating.

Ok, now I sound like a lovesick girl, the thought reminding him he had a job to do. He turned away from her and began grabbing what he needed. Floating? What the fuck was he thinking? She was floating?

Without realizing what he was doing, he grabbed his camera and zoomed in on her to get a better look at her and began snapping. She had dark wavy thick hair past the midline of her back. He watched as she wiped the tables and turned everything on, her hair hung forward around her face. He liked how she was not stick thin but looked lean and fit.

The feature that caught him off guard were her eyes. Beautiful hazel eyes that lit up when she laughed, the way she was laughing now.

That was the moment, the moment she became his.

He didn't know anything about her, not even a name. But he would find out.

First things first. He had a job to do. And unfortunately, this job was not going to kill itself.

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Boarding his plane, he handed his bag to his attendant, lost in thought. How he got into this type of work isn't important. What is important is the reputation he has created that keeps him employed.

People go missing everyday. Some get taken, some run away, and some simply are precious cargo.

There are books and movies and such written about a black market. This black market is a place, it exists, where people with different appetites shop for their pallets. Anything can be bought.

How do you think these orders get filled? Orders come in and I get called. My job is to acquire and deliver. Sometimes the cargo is requested unharmed and sometimes the buyer requests 'modifications'.

Doing this job is easy. Plus, I don't give a fuck. No one ever gave a shit about me, so I figured, fuck 'em. And I get paid well.