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Is this one big set-up? Have I been played by Drew all along? Was he part of this from the very beginning and I was too naive to get that?
Panic rises up in my blood, rushing through my veins and arteries. No. No. This is what they want me to think. Drew must have no idea they’re here. I stop myself from touching my hand where he inserted the microchip. These bastards are observant. Everything I do is being watched. Can’t let on.
Drew will find me. He can track me, for God’s sake.
John snickers and gives me a fake pitying look. “Awww. Poor Lindsay. Looks like Drew was fucking someone.” He looks at his phone, which seems to have streaming video on it. A tall blonde is outside a front door. I assume this is surveillance video of “Tiffany.”
I roll my eyes.
“Nice. Pretend it doesn’t bother you that he’s been dipping it in that dried-up old thing. Wonder how long he’s been banging her? Four years, maybe?”
“What’s wrong, John?” I can’t help it. I say something. “Jealous?”
Stellan grabs me by the ankles and whips me out of the living room, down the hall, and rotates, shoving me backwards by the ankles under the bed. I can feel my joints snap and pop in protest, my muscles screaming, my back covered with rug rash.
“You’ll pay for that,” he rasps, lips an inch from my nose, his hot, nasty garlic breath making me sick again.
I let out a long moan, the sound a gasp at the end. It sounds erotic, even to my own ears.
John’s nasty laugh comes from behind me. “Look at that, Stel. She likes it rough.”
“Huh.” Stellan releases me. “Yeah. Never would have thought.”
“She wasn’t exactly awake last time. Remember how you had to have us hold her legs while you -- ”
Bzzzz.
John shuts up, thank God, as he answers his phone. I hear Stellan panting a few feet away. Everything in the room smells like Drew. It’s screwing with my senses, with my mind as it sorts through the truth. If I lose it, I’m dead.
If I lose faith in Drew, they win.
Drew
“You can’t even be outside the gates, Drew.” Silas meets me about a quarter mile from The Grove. He’s been expecting me. Of course he has.
“Where’s Paulson?”
“Sir – Drew? What?”
“Where’s Mark? He got me out of jail and I need his help.”
“He isn’t here.”
“Where the fuck is he?”
“He’s in D.C. figuring out how to spring you. Haven’t heard from him for a while.”
“Well, it worked. Now I need to talk to him or Harry.”
“There is no way you’re getting access to the senator.”
“Watch me.”
“I’ll shoot you on sight if I have to, Drew.” Silas’ voice has an icy edge.
I know he means it.
Trust me. I trained him.
