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The blade leaves my skin as my captor speaks. “Not yet.” He takes a few steps, it sounds like he’s circling around me. I swear I even hear him sigh in disappointment.
Is he upset he was interrupted during our torture session?
The press of the blade returns, only this time it is on my other shoulder. “But, she will.” He says.
Footsteps approach. The new man is getting closer. “Has she said anything?”
“No.”
“Stubborn.” The new guy states.
“Or loyal.”
Yes loyal. I am loyal. Though I am definitely reconsidering my loyalty and I sure as hell will not be assisting my dad with any other missions. Not ever. I try again to speak. My body can’t cooperate.
“But to who? Is it the Irish?” I internally scoff. As if. They haven’t recovered from the last war. “Russian?” They pause. As though contemplating.
Russian? I thought they were Russian. Are they messing with me? Is this a trick to get me to talk?
“Or is she working for Ramirez? A female operative seducing men into spilling secrets in the bedroom sounds like a Cartel trick.” Ponders the new male.
I am definitely not Cartel. Though they do have the seducing men into spilling secrets part partially right. Not the bed part. I never got undressed or into any beds. My job was to get the men alone and away from other people. Sometimes it was back alleys, parking lots, or the occasional hotel room. Each time my father was there and waiting. He would knock the men out and take them to wherever he takes them to do whatever it is he does to get them to talk.
I had never wanted to be involved in that part. Though right now, I’m not only learning what it would be like, I’m experiencing it. With whatever luck I possess my experience has still been mild compared to what I know awaits me the longer I refuse to speak.
The knife lifts from my skin again as my captor speaks. “We can bring Ramirez in and find out.”
“Do it.” Says the man I’m now assuming is the boss.
Fuck.
CHAPTER SIX
Massimo
I HATE LEAVINGher in such a vulnerable state. Blindfolded, practically naked, cold and now wet. I shouldn’t hate it. She could still be the enemy. Regardless, I shake my head in an effort to empty the thoughts in my head and then turn to leave the room and retrieve Ramirez. He is down the hall in a soundproof room. He is beaten and bruised. When someone is strapped down in this room, it is typically the last room that they ever see. One of our enforcers is working him over. We’ve gotten little from him. It’s barely been 24 hours since we captured him. If he is anything like me, he won’t crack. He would rather die than betray his men.
In a warped way it makes me respect him. Even with me being the one who will end him. I unlock him and grab him under one arm and signal my enforcer to do the same. We let his feet drag across the ground as we move into the room with our other guest.
Her blindfold still in place. I can see her body clenched tight from the suspense we have left her in. Clearly she’s nervous about what is about to happen. I’m sure by now she can smell Ramirez’s rancid body odor. It’s a mix of blood, sweat, and urine.
Luca has a second chair waiting for us. It will allow our guests to face each other directly under the bright light. Luca and I have done this a time or two. We will stand in the shadows and ask questions. See if either gives any signals to the other. Signals of recognition, deception, and a slew of other tells.
Ramirez gets strapped in and his gag removed. He likes to bite when given the opening. That and spit. Our enforcer pauses to look at our guest. I haven’t allowed him time with her. His methods are effective and everlasting. I had hoped to avoid that with her. If this proves pointless, I will have no choice but to tag in Elena. Her pain will be no less severe at her hands, but my conscience feels better letting a female handle a female. His pause has me wondering if he recognizes her. How long has she been in the field gathering intel? Have their paths crossed and we never knew? Or is he staring because she is a gorgeous near naked woman trembling and wet in our chamber?
I give him a nod and a stern glance. He knows the meaning. All my men do. It means he needs to back away. Move to a corner or wall and watch as a silent sentry.
Ramirez looks to me and smiles. “Have you brought me one last meal?” Disgust rolls through me. “She looks divine.” He licks his lips. I see her trembling increase and she presses further into the back of her chair.
I punch him in the jaw. His head snaps to the side. “You don’t recognize her?” I ask.
He smiles. His sadistic grin causing my teeth to clench. “Perhaps. It’s hard to say. She’s wearing too much and I can’t see her full face.”
This time Luca steps up and punches him in near the same place I did. Good. Fucker deserved it. Still, I’m pissed Luca beat me to it.
I move behind her and remove the blindfold. Her eyes are clenched and her head immediately ducks to the side. I can’t allow it. I need them to see one another. I need to read their instinctual reactions upon first glance. I grasp her chin more harshly than I meant to and turn her head to face him.
His eyes instantly burn. “You!” It is not a pleasant look. It is dangerous. He tugs at his bindings. “You cost me an entire shipment! You’re the reason I’m here!” He’s shouting. Thrashing violently.
