Drake and the others had no idea where these soldiers had come from. One moment the forest was empty except for their own ragged group; the next, dozens of red laser dots danced across their chests and foreheads like deadly fireflies.
Black-clad female soldiers emerged silently from the trees—tactical gear matte and professional, rifles raised with calm precision. The sight alone was enough to freeze them in place.
But what truly shocked them was me.
I stood there completely relaxed, a calm smile on my face, with Camilla tucked under my right arm and Mira under my left. Camilla, her massive Mexican tits pressed against my side, nipples hard from the cool night air and lingering shame. Mira leaned into me, trembling slightly but staying close, her body language screaming submission.
Jack was the first to break.
He dropped to his knees instantly, raising his hands in surrender, eyes wide with desperate hope.
