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Ramsey tells me he’ll untie my arms when I cooperate. Fat chance of that, even if I do remember.
The expansive glass walls of his penthouse suite give me a nice view of the sun passing over Summer City while I wait for a rescue team. Bunny and Neil at the very least, Kendrick if he’s feeling magnanimous. So, y’know, just Bunny and Neil.
Bunny could probably get to me. I worry about Neil, though. He could get hurt if he tries to join her on any rescue mission. I’d rather he stayed safe, but considering the Cobra knows where they’re hiding, maybe coming to get me is safer. I just don’t know anymore.
I hope that Doc and Kendrick get out of the hotel before Ramsey sends his goons there. Doc’s a good guy, and Kendrick is … getting better.
When the sun sets behind the skyscrapers downtown, I worry that Ramsey’s been lying to me this whole time. Why hasn’t anyone come yet? I would have expected Bunny to come storming through the elevator doors with guns blazing. I’ve even been bracing myself all day to duck when that happens, planning how I’d turn the chair over and scoot under the desk for cover.
Sunset comes and goes, and no Bunny.
Samson Ramsey watches me with hungry eyes as he finishes his dinner with Candy. They have steak and lobster, all the fancy shit. A Viper feeds me half a tuna sandwich.
“So, Thomas, tell me: Has your memory returned yet?”
I give him my best indignant glare. “Not in the half hour since you last asked, no.”
“Pity.”
He snaps his fingers, and the Viper handling my dinner takes the other half of the sandwich away. Two more thugs descend on me and spin the chair around so I’m facing Ramsey more. I feel the tip of a knife press into the back of my shoulder, and Ramsey grins. “Remember anything now?”
I shrug my shoulder, feeling the tip of the knife break the skin. “Nope.”
The knife digs deeper, and I suck in a sharp breath, hissing against the pain.
“You’re testing my patience, Thomas.”
“Look, Samson—since we’re apparently on a first-name basis here—I’m a terrible hostage. I mean, I don’t remember shit that’s useful to you right now, and I’m a boring torture victim. You would’ve been better off snatching Bunny again. I’m sure she was entertaining when you had her.”
He leans forward on his elbows and folds his hands in front of him on the table as a minion takes his empty plate away. “I could have had a more entertaining time with your little rabbit if she’d stayed.”
There it is: the gross threat of rape. He’s such a piece of fucking trash.
I turn to Candy, who bats her false lashes at Ramsey like he hung the moon or something. “You’re gonna let him talk about cheating on you like that? You know, once one of us guys gets a taste of Bunny, that’s it; we’re done with other women.” I lick my lips for emphasis. “Man, she’s like cherry pie laced with cocaine. Can’t get enough of her.”
Ramsey raises a finger and gestures to the Vipers behind me. The knife digs a little deeper again. Twists in the wound. I try to hold out, but I guess Ramsey gets the satisfaction of hearing me groan.
Sorry, Bunny. I’m not strong like you.
I grit my teeth and tilt my head to look back at the Viper with the knife. “You don’t have anything to worry about, though. Bunny may ruin us for other women, but we still enjoy our one-on-one time with our men.” I manage a sassy wink before he smacks the living hell out of me.
Samson scowls as I spit blood onto his pristine white carpet. I run my tongue over my teeth and breathe a sigh of relief. All there.
“You’re testing my patience, Thomas. Not a smart move. I thought you were a smart man.”
“Yeah, well, your little car bomb knocked me stupid, so that’s on you, dude.”
Another blow to the head. At this rate, I’m gonna forget everything I’ve started to remember. I cough as I choke on more blood. Bit my tongue that time.
Candy sighs as if bored, and Ramsey tosses his napkin on the floor as he gets up from the table. “Fine. Have it your way. Perhaps after a few hours with my men, you’ll change your tune.” He snaps his fingers again, and Candy follows him out of the room.
Shit. This is it. I’m dead.
The knife jerks out of my shoulder, and I hear knuckles cracking behind me. I wait for a fatal blow, one last punch to finish off my addled brain.
Instead, the Vipers leave me at the desk and wander off towards the back service elevator. I don’t quite understand what they’re up to, until they return dragging an unconscious man between them.
It’s Neil.
