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“Why don’t you tell me more?” I asked. “Like the location of the General, maybe? Better yet, tell me where we are.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m an idiot, Orion. Or have you forgotten what happened the last time you did that?”
For one moment, I was grateful the pouch covered my face because I snarled.
When the bastard went into hiding, he stalked me like the crazy asshole he was and tried to access my computer twice.
I piggybacked his connection and sent the police to his location as a warning, and he retaliated by ramming my sister’s car.
Commander Moore hadn’t been impressed. He invested a lot of money in me and wanted my focus on the task at hand. Having his leverage compromised seriously pissed him off. So, he gave Hayes a warning, and the Butcher almost died.
“You shouldn’t have gone after her,” I told him coldly.
“I may have been a bit impulsive,” he acknowledged, and it took everything in me not to go for his throat.
The truck ground to a halt after a thirty-minute drive, and my mind automatically filed the information for later use.
A door opened, and a man with a deep Portuguese accent said, “Lieutenant, welcome to hell.”
“Thank you, Soldat. Can you show the prisoner her new home?” Hayes replied.
“Of course, Lieutenant.” There was a clicking sound as whoever Hayes was talking to gave his men their orders.
“Vai. Leve-a.”
Sunlight blinded me for two seconds as they pulled the hood off my head.
I took in the tropical vegetation and stared at a howler monkey as it hissed at me before jumping off a branch. You usually found this species in South or Central America, but there was no way Baxter built his base on Guild territory. Even he wasn’t that dumb.
“Sigam-me.” Follow me, the man ordered as he pulled on the chains attached to my hand and legs, making me stagger forward.
We crossed a large open space filled with prisoners, who whistled and gave me catcalls before they were shooed away. The only person who didn’t comply with the guards was a hard-looking woman with a huge “Fuck You” vibe.
She stared at me with contempt and mimed a slashing of her throat in an obvious attempt at intimidation. If my hands hadn’t been tied up, I’d have clapped at her d-rated performance.
“Mexe-te agora ou movemo-te.” Move now, or we will move you, the watchman shouted. The woman obeyed him only when he took out his laser baton and threatened her with it.
After she left, they led me to a small office space where I was given an ugly jumpsuit.
“Strip,” the guard ordered, and I calmly did as he asked, while checking out the many security measures in place.
The man in the truck had been right. Getting out of here wouldn’t be easy. There were cameras everywhere, and an army of mercenaries patrolled the grounds at all times.
If that hadn’t been enough, the guard wrapped an electronic collar around my throat, while another one waved a remote in my face.
“You see these two buttons? If you don’t do what we say, we will press on the yellow one, and it will send a painful shockwave through your nervous system and immobilize you.
If you run, I press on the red one, and your head explodes on the spot.Entendido, puta?”
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” I smirked.
The man immediately pressed the yellow button, and pain froze my brain as ten thousand volts of electricity made me double over.
Jesus, that hurt.
While I loudly panted and willed away the electricity running through my synapses, it’s as good a time as any to let you know my little show of bravado was calculated.
I’m not the type of person who lets emotions cloud her judgment. When I do something, there’s usually a good reason for it, otherwise I wouldn’t bother.
