Things get worse and worse.

Gabby sighed as Butcher’s rough hands finally left her alone for a second, but she gasped sharply as they came down to the front of her jeans. She was gritting her teeth as he unbuckled her belt, popped the button on her jeans, then slowly tugged down the zipper.

Hicks was mesmerized. But Goddamnit he should be doing something! But anything he did now might endanger the Op and then that would be it! They might never get another chance to nail this guy. Oh fuck, but now Butcher was grinning, kneeling to slide his partner’s tight jeans down her slender legs, exposing the lurid pink satin thong Gabby was wearing. Gabby was through keeping quiet.

“Butcher, I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re accomplishing here. Me and Rob, we’re so much better as a team.” She spoke quickly and confidently, but Hicks knew her so well he could hear the nerves edging in.

“Well, I’ve been watching your operation closely for some time, Brandi hun.” Butcher forcibly raised Gabby’s feet and stripped the jeans from her completely, one leg at a time. “I saw what I wanted to keep from the organisation, and… I think I know a lot more about the business than you two.”

“Now wait a-“ Gabby really start to struggle now, but the human wall behind her was impossible to break free off. Hicks felt nauseous to see Butcher’s big hands slide up her thighs, pale against her rich, dark skin.

“Ever seen her cunt, Rob?” he grinned, and now Gabby was really fighting. She kicked out, but Butcher took her legs and squeezed them together. Then his fat, sausage fingers were slipping into the thin triangle of fabric that was all that was covering Gabby’s modesty now. Hicks moved without thinking, a step towards his gun, but the thin man jabbed his weapon into his neck roughly and he froze again.

Kneeling, Butchers nose was inches from the half-stripped agent’s pussy. “Holy shit, girl,” he growled, “You smell like the fuck of a lifetime.” Then, with a savage movement, he ripped away her last line of defence.