Page 114 of Dark Surrender

“Well, I had twenty-five,” Kali finishes.

“Sooo,” I drawl. “There are somewhere between twenty-five and thirty-two men inside to deal with. We need knives from the kitchen and whatever we can find in the maid’s closet. We need you to get your stomach under control.” I nod to Kali. “So we can get that bartender good and gone.”

“Too bad we can’t kill her,” Sola says.

Kali gasps in outrage. “Sola.”

Our redhead shrugs, not at all put off by it. “What? She’s obviously a full-time employee here. She’s complicit in the actions of these men. Not all women are good, Kali.”

That’s true. They’re not.

“Do you want to kill her?” Kali asks.

“If it comes to that,” Sola replies, and as much as I wish I didn’t agree with her, I do.

Wanting us to get back on track so we can get home safely and the kids out of this pedophile ring, we talk through our plan in detail. Who does what, where, and when we start.

Once that’s settled, we get up, leave Kali to freshen up, collect what we need to run Plan B, and go our separate ways, one at a time, to avoid suspicion.

The woman in charge of the resort approaches me as I push my cart to the maid’s closet, which is more of a room than a closet. She’s the only woman in the place wearing a suit. It’s white, and she’s obviously not wearing a bra underneath, as you can see her dark nipples through the thin cotton. Ms. Robinson. Yes, that’s her name. She’s a plastic, gruff-voiced bitch who has to be at least in her forties.

We do not like her.

She is welcome to die tonight.

And she will, if I have any say in the matter.

Especially when she grabs me by my arm, pulls me into an alcove, and gets right in my face with her wine-scented breath.

“Mr. Reece told me what you did,” she hisses.

I have no idea who this Mr. Reece is, nor do I give a shit if I made him mad.

Not wanting to raise her hackles or put her on alert, I shrink into soft, prey mode, which puts assholes in emotional check. I drop my chin to my chest, clasp my hands in front of me, and curl my shoulders forward, sufficiently reprimanded.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, staring at her white heels.

Ms. Robinson sighs as if I’m annoying her, hooks a finger under my chin, and makes me meet her gaze. My eyes give her a jolt.

“Wow. You’re stunning.” She caresses the side of my face, and it takes everything within me not to show my disgust. “Please visit Mr. Reece by the pool and offer your apologies for leaving him so abruptly.”

I nod, shallow and meek.

Ms. Robinson’s nostrils flare as she trails her hand along my face, down my arm, across my breast, down to the hem of my skirt, where she reaches between my legs and cups me. “Come to my room after dinner,” she purrs, and I hold my breath.

Keeping my face soft, I offer her the sweetest, most innocent grin I can manage. “Yes, ma’am,” I whisper, dipping my head in obedience even though I’d rather pluck her eyeballs out and make her choke on them.

Thankfully, my boss is satisfied with my reply and lets me finish my duties.

Walking fast into the maid’s closet, I quietly shut the door, turn around, press my back to it, and slide down until I’m sitting on the floor, where I try to catch my breath and get my shit back in order. I’ve had plenty of people grab me there without permission. I’ve been flirted with and dominated. But it never gets any easier when all you want to do is sick your sister on them.

Fuck.

I miss Dee.

She’s just the person I need in situations like this.

My backup.