Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

judgment, she tried to soften not only her words but her judgmental nature. “I don’t condemn you for it—my sister works with lots of black market people on Rozale. It’s a profitable…um…business.” Their frowns didn’t ease. “Look, it’s not like you’re shipping heroin or meth or patrile or nasty stuff like that. You’re just smuggling things like Ampirica that are impossible to anywhere get except on the black market.”
    “We’re really not drug smugglers.” Hammond cast a furtive glance at Spencer. She caught the quick shake of Spencer’s head. “More like…middlemen.”
    “Middlemen?”
    Spencer was the one to clarify. “We don’t steal the medicines. We fence them. The people who obtain the drugs get them to us. We get them to the guys who’ll pay the most for ’em.”
    Like she’d ever point out to them that bringing the drugs on the planet was smuggling, even if you hadn’t stolen them. If it made them feel better to think of themselves as middlemen, fine with her.
    Then she focused a little more on what he’d really said, remembering the exchange back on the docking platform. At the time, her pain had been so intense, everything was sort of hazy. “Back on Bromond, you got the money, but you didn’t give Carlos the drugs. That means you’ve still got the antibiotics, don’t you?”
    Spencer chuckled. “Like we’d hand him that Ampirica after he had his goons try to kill us.”
    Callie waited for the men to see the same golden opportunity she did. Since neither said anything, she decided to spell it out for them. “So you can give the money to your source—”
    “After we take our cut,” Spencer added.
    “—but you don’t have to give Carlos the Ampirica now. Right?”
    A frown crossed Hammond’s face, and she wasn’t sure what to make of that reaction. “Technically, no. Although Carlos will want us both dead since we let you shoot off his nose and then left without dumping the boxes on the tarmac. Why?”
    Rolling her eyes, she tried not to sigh in frustration. They were clearly too dense to follow her train of thought. “Turn around and go back to Bromond. Give the medicine to my hospital. We’ll put it to good use.”
    When both men started shaking their heads, Callie’s temper erupted like a volcano. Didn’t they realize what was at stake? “Why the hell not?”
    “That’s not how it’s done, baby.” Spencer’s grin was so male and so fucking arrogant, she grabbed the first thing she saw and threw it at him. He easily dodged the hairbrush, letting it bounce off the wall to land on the floor.
    “Those children will die without that Ampirica! How can you be so unfeeling?” Then she thought she understood. “Are you afraid to go back to Bromond? Is that the problem?”
    “This isn’t about us being afraid to go to Bromond,” Spencer countered. “It’s about you. If you go back to Bromond, you’ll die.”
    “Die? How?”
    “Carlos Pontierri is one of the biggest mob leaders in the sector. He takes a contract out on you, and you’re as good as dead. He’s well known for getting rid of all witnesses.”
    “You shot him, wildcat,” Hammond added. “In the face. He’ll want you gutted. Slowly.”
    Spencer cocked his head, clearly confused by her lack of reaction. “Doesn’t that worry you at all?”
    Callie shrugged. Being a nurse wasn’t supposed to be a dangerous profession. She’d chosen that job because she wanted to help people, especially those who needed her the most. But here she was, zooming around the cosmos on a ship with two drug smugglers, and she had some criminal kingpin wanting her head on a platter simply because she knew what he looked like and had gotten off a lucky shot. His nose could be fixed without too much trouble. Hell, ugly as he was, he might look better now.
    None of it mattered if she could save the lives of those little girls. Hammond and Spencer had no idea the lengths she would go to for those innocents if it