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Rebecca has been abducted from Mazatlan, Mexico, and local police tell her guardian that she is probably dead. Refusing to give up on her he calls in a company called Restore, who are experts in finding those who are lost or taken. Charlie Smith, the founder of Restore, takes on the job, but finds it to be a bigger challenge than any he'd attempted before. A mysterious organisation, called simply, The Club has taken her. Following the trail to San Salvador, Charley and his agents rescue her and others held by The Club, but then discover that their work is not over. Danger stalks Rebecca even in the remote countryside around Bodmin moor, Cornwall.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	07 août 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781785387388
Langue	English

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BROKEN BUT RESTORED
Jilly Bowling

Broken but Restored
First published in 2017 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
Digital edition converted and distributed by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
© Copyright 2017 Jilly Bowling
The right of Jilly Bowling to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Prologue
Becca wandered through the market, with her two friends, looking at the colourful trinkets and clothes. Mexico was exactly as she had imagined it, with it’s colourful street vendors and toe tapping music, played by small groups of musicians dressed in local costume.
Suddenly the feeling that she’d had, ever since she’d left the cruise ship, of being closely watched, hit her again, and she turned around quickly scanning the crowd. She could see no one watching her so shrugging her shoulders she moved on, to follow her friends who were two or three stalls ahead of her.
The crowd jostled her and she found herself being pushed into a narrow alley. As she struggled to escape the crowd she was seized, a hand was clamped over her mouth and she was lifted bodily through a quickly opened door. Inside the building it was pitch black and as she fought and tried to scream for help, she felt a sharp prick in her arm and then the blackness engulfed her.

Chapter 1
Charles St. John Smythe sank into the comfortable leather armchair and waited for the man behind the desk to speak.
“Mr. Smith, um, I’ve asked to see you as I have been told by a close friend that you and your company Restore are very good at what you do and have a high success rate. Um, I suppose I’d better start at the beginning, erh. Yes, that’s the best thing to do isn’t it?”
Charles nodded “Just give me a brief outline of your problem, we can fill in the rest when I know what’s worrying you.”
“Yes, well, OK. The daughter of very close friends of mine, actually my goddaughter has disappeared. Actually I’m her guardian, my friends died tragically in a boating accident five years ago and I was named as her guardian until she’s twenty one, which will be in just under two years time.”
“So when did she disappear and where from?”
“Um, three months ago, from Mazatlan, Mexico. One minute she was with friends and the next she was gone, just like that. The local police searched for her and I was told I’d probably get a ransom demand. They haven’t found even a trace of what might have happened and I haven’t received any such demand.”
“What was she doing in Mexico?”
“Oh, she was off one of my cruise ships, The Panamanian, she’s a wonderful dancer, has a sweet singing voice, and unbeknownst to me had been taken on as an entertainer. She told me after she got the job, as she didn’t want to be chosen because I’m her guardian.” John Scerrick bit his lip, “I wasn’t too happy about it but she’d done well in her exams, got a place at Cambridge, England, and wanted a gap year to enjoy her dancing before she settled down to years of studying.”
“Is she from the Uk then?”
“Yes she’s a real English rose. Stunningly beautiful, as her mother was, but with her father’s love of adventure. The local police say that she is probably dead and have been searching for her body for the last eight weeks. I desperately need to know what happened to her, I can’t sleep wondering what she’s suffering and I feel as if I’ve let my friends down! Is there anything you can do?”
Charles steepled his fingers and gazed at him for a few minutes. “So, is she wealthy?”
“No, her parents were comfortable but they left very little. A cottage in the country, a few thousand in the bank and a small trust fund, which she will get when she’s twenty one. They weren’t well insured, loved life and adventure and spent most of what they earned on their boat, which was lost along with them. By sheer chance Rebecca was visiting her granny at the time or she would have been lost too.”
“You say she’s very beautiful,” Charles said “do you have any photographs of her?”
“Yes,” John took a folder out of his desk, “this is all the information about her, the Mexican police reports and quite a few photos she sent me from places the cruise ship stopped.”
Charles opened the folder and took out the photos. Rebecca Hunter wasn’t pretty, she was in fact the most beautiful woman Charles had ever seen; long slim legs topped by an athletic body, a heart shaped face, waist length shiny blonde hair, an English rose complexion, almond shaped green eyes, very kissable lips and the kind of smile that lit up her whole face.
Despite himself Charles said “Wow!”
“Yes exactly, she’s also very clever, athletic, and adventurous.”
Looking through the folder Charles asked “Why don’t you think she’s dead?”
“One minute I think she must be, but then I keep hoping the phone will ring with a ransom demand. I won’t rest until I know what happened.”
“Mmm, it will be pricey and there is no guarantee that we’ll find her. And if we do, then I’m afraid she won’t be the same.”
John’s eyes filled with tears, “I know, I’m well aware of how many evil people there are in the world but I can’t give up on her. Are you willing to take it on? I’ll pay whatever you deem it will cost. I’ve heard that you are honest and don’t rip people off.”
Charles looked at the photos again, then said “I’ll see what I can do, to begin with I’ll need expenses covered and if I find her my fee will be fifty thousand, sterling. If I don’t find her then there will be no fee.”
John picked up his pen, “I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars, for expenses, to start with. Any more just let me know.”
“What we don’t spend will be returned to you. Now, where is The Panamanian at the moment?”
“It’s here in Miami picking up new passengers. I’ll speak to the captain and he’ll give you full cooperation.”
“I’ll need to speak to her friends who were with her when she disappeared and then I’ll fly to Mazatlan and speak to the local police before I search the area. We’ll do everything we can to bring her home if she is still alive.” Charles stood up, picked up the folder and cheque John had written, then shook hands, promising to keep him informed on how the search was progressing.
As he exited the building where John Scerrick had his offices, a black SUV pulled up at the kerb. Climbing into the passenger seat he said “Good timing Joe, take me straight to the cruise ships anchorage, I need to speak to some people before the Panamaian leaves.”
“How did it go boss?” Joe had a slight Birmingham accent, diluted by spending most of his adult years in foreign countries, firstly with the SAS and then with the company headed by Charles.
“I think this will be a difficult one. Girl’s been missing three months, the Mexican police came up with nothing and told her guardian that she must be dead.”
“What do you think?”
“That she’d probably be better off dead!”
***
Becca slowly opened her eyes, this time they stayed open and she gazed around her numbly. She could remember the blackness lifting on other occasions but she’d been unable to see anything and after another sharp sting to her arm the blackness had descended again.
Now she could see that she was in a medium sized room, painted white, strapped to a leather divan that stood squarely in the middle of the room. She couldn’t move and her mouth and throat were so dry she couldn’t swallow. As she strained against the straps fastening her to the bed a door opened and a man stepped through carrying a large glass of water.
“Oh good, you’re awake” he said as he set the glass on the floor before undoing the straps that held her down. “You must be thirsty, sit up and have a drink.”
To her embarrassment she discovered that she was naked but her thirst overcame her shyness and she sat up and reached for the water. The man, who was wearing a black tee shirt and jeans helped her sit as she gulped the water down.
“Where am I?” she asked as the dryness in her throat was soothed by the cold drink.
“You are in your new home and there are only three things you must remember. Never say no or don’t, call all men sir, and never refuse an order given by a man.”
“What? Where are my clothes and why have I been brought here? I have no money so it’s pointless holding me for ransom.” Becca’s voice had risen and she tried to get off the divan.
“You have a lot to learn, use your brain and don’t fight it,” the man said as the door opened once again and six men wearing only sweatpants filed through.
The leader jerked a thumb at the man who’d brought her the water and he left Rebecca’s side and went out of the door.
“Now Rebecca, your training starts,” the leader said as all six men surrounded her.
She tried to escape and fought wildly but they seized her as if she were a doll and the leader dropped his sweats and fisted his fast growing erection in his hand. As she screamed and struggled the breaking of Rebecca Hunter commenced and horror took over her life.

Chapter 2
Standing under the blast of cold water gushing out of the power shower in the luxuri