Burned by S.M. REEVE

Author:S.M. REEVE [REEVE, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-08-27T00:00:00+00:00

19

“Up, you gringo fuck!”

Pain shot down Spike’s spine, and his eyes flashed open. Another strike to his back, and he rolled over, battered ribs grinding against the concrete. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and he squinted. Gabriel’s face deepened from red to purple, and Spike scanned the room. No oaf today?

“What the fuck did you do?”

Spike frowned and shook his head. Other than peeing in his usual corner and starving to death, he hadn’t been doing anything.

“This has something to do with that message you left.” Gabriel’s leg reared back.

“What are you talking about?” He rolled away from the swinging boot.

“That cryptic bullshit you said on the phone. You told them who I was. What I was up to.”

“There’s no way I could have fit all that into eight words.” And he’d thought his message was clever. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”

“What the fuck did that code mean?”

“I told you. Tony’s in breach of contract. That’s it.”

“Liar.” The smooth sole of Gabriel’s cowboy boot pressed on Spike’s neck. His throat tingled, heartbeat throbbing in his ears. The chain on his handcuffs stretched taught as he reached for Gabriel’s toe and heel. One swift twist would break his ankle. Throwing his weight into his shin would shatter his knee. Beating him to death after would be easy, even with the cuffs. It was getting out of this underground labyrinth that would be a challenge. He craned his neck, straining to see if Gabriel’s gun was tucked into his waistband. The odds of escape without it were almost nil.

But would that really be the worst thing? To die trying? It’d be better than staying in this cell as a whipping boy. Hands tightening around Gabriel’s boot, he planted his feet, preparing to launch.

“Why the fuck is La Huerfana after me?” Spittle flew, a vein pulsing from Gabriel’s temple.

There is no La Huerfana, you twit! At least not in the way Gabriel thought. Whoever was after him was simply capitalizing on the rumors he’d started. A potential usurper that might kill Gabriel for him. But would they let him walk away? Was he willing to bet his first, and potentially only, chance of escape on it? Not in this life. However short it might be. Plus, he really wanted to beat the shit out of this guy. His fingers dug into the embossed leather.

“It’s you, isn’t it? You’re the pet I’ve supposedly taken?”

Spike froze. Pet? That had Anna’s sass all over it. No. No way. That message he’d left on her burner didn’t point to Gabriel. And it didn’t point to him on purpose. Everything he’d done—endured—since his capture was to keep Gabriel away from her.

Even if she got his message, she’d still have to decipher it. And he’d given that hundred-to-one odds with a team of military intelligence personnel working on it. But Anna knew him. Knew how his brain worked. At least on all things excluding her.

No. She would have passed his message to the Army. As intended. Probably. Maybe. Probably not.

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