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I fucking hated the Italians.
They said we were scum, but our people had burials. We gave a fuck. The men in the corner were their own. I knew some of their faces, even if they were slack from the peace of death.
That they could treat their dead like that said a lot about them—they were the scum. Not us, but that was neither here nor there. Not at the moment.
Knowing we were safe, I rushed over to him, and said, “I’m going to loosen the tape on your mouth. It’s going to hurt.” He was already in a world of hurt, but fuck, I had to warn him, didn’t I?
He grunted, and I quickly tugged at the tape, which was slippery with sweat, blood, and only fuck knew what.
Yeah, this outfit had to go in the trash.
Ripping it off, I was impressed that he only managed to grunt once, but he sucked in a deep breath before asking, “Who are you?”
That he sounded aware had my brows rising. From the level of blood loss, I’d thought he’d be unconscious.
“Five Points.”
Declan and I shared a look as we both got to work. Jensen cut away at the tape tying Eagle Eyes’ feet to the stool, even as we hacked at the duct tape they’d taped to his hair and forehead and had tied around the stool leg at the back, which kept his head forced in that direction.
I’d seen worse torture victims, but they were usually dead by this point.
“Where are you hurt?” I demanded.
“Gut wound. Sliced and diced me. Nearly cut off my fucking cock, the bastards.”
Declan gagged. “Did they succeed?”
Eagle Eyes snorted. “You tell me. But no. They didn’t. I think they were heading for their break.”
“FuckingFamiglia,” I rumbled. “Always on the clock.”
The sniper grunted, “Well, you won’t hear me complaining about that.”
“How are you lucid?” Declan questioned.
“I’m a veteran. Was in Kembesh.” Eoghan’s hiss told me he’d heard, and that the battle in Afghanistan had been a motherfucker. “Seen worse, done worse, been in worse states.” He blew out a breath. “I’d really appreciate getting that fucking light out of my eyes though.”
The lamp hung low, so I pushed it away by moving my body into it.
He released a sigh. “That probably fucked with my vision.”
“Can you see?”
“At the moment, I can only see the light. I tried to close my eyes some, but the tape had no give to it.”
Fuck if that wasn’t an understatement.
When he was finally free of all the duct tape, Conor muttered, “Eighty seconds.”
“Shit.”
Declan’s declaration said it all.
“Eagle Eyes, this is going to fucking hurt, but I’m going to have to—”
“I get it. I’d help, but they broke my feet.”
Goddammit.
