Alexa Book 2 (Mystery, Thriller, Suspense starring Alexa Guerra): Peak Oil (Alexa - The Series) by Joubert Arno

Author:Joubert, Arno [Joubert, Arno]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Alexa Book 2 : Peak Oil
Published: 2013-01-15T08:00:00+00:00

Andy Fitch stood leaning against the wall, smoking a cigar. The Captain was dangling naked, her head on her chest, her knees bent, swaying gently from side to side. Her body was full of red lesions where he had hit her with the cane. Blood trickled down her face, spattering into small pools on the concrete floor. He had given her a good work-over. He hoped that the fun wasn’t over yet.

He couldn’t understand why gypsy men always fell for the gorger-women. They were losing their sense of identity, and he blamed their parents for not instilling the proper gypsy traditions into their sons. He had taken it upon himself to sort out his own son’s little bastard offspring, that bitch wasn’t going to raise it the traditional way. Best thing to do was to kill it.

He examined Alexa closely. Her shoulders moved up and down as she breathed; she was still alive. He picked up her leather belt and rolled it around his fist.

“Wakey, wakey, Capitano.”

She lifted her head and opened her swollen eyes, then looked up at him, a soft growl escaping her throat. He recoiled at her hateful gaze. At least the bitch seemed alert, there was still a lot of fun to be had. “The party hasn’t even started, and you’re nodding off already.”

The bitch uttered a guttural roar and lashed out with her legs, trying to kick him in the face.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said and hammered a fist into her cheek. Her head dropped to her chest and her shoulders jerked up and down as she sobbed. He hit her in the stomach and her body went limp, unconscious once again.

Andy Fitch spat on the ground. “You people come and invade my town, try and get me convicted, and now you pass out on me when I punish you, bitch?” He felt her pulse. She would come around sooner or later.

He leaned back against the wall and lit another cigar. He noticed Bella saunter into the room from the tunnel and she rubbed her body against his leg. He knelt down and tickled her chin. She purred loudly, rubbing her head against his hand.

My little moneymaker.

The bitch stirred and moaned. He walked up to her and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Now you play nice, no more passing out on me, you hear?” he said and squeezed.

She moaned. “Fitch, just stop, this isn’t how you treat an Interpol agent!”

“Oh, please. Who are you fooling?”

She glared at him. He took her other nipple between his fingers and squeezed hard. She shrieked and ripped her head back in pain.

“Tell me what you know, Capitano,” Fitch hissed. “You have other holes that haven’t received a working over. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll curse your own mother for giving birth to you.”

He saw her jaws working, gritting her teeth. She looked at him squarely, her jaws clenched. “Do whatever you need to you prick,” she hissed. She blinked and steadied her annoying green eyes on him.

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