Chapter 8 #2
I smirked. “I figured that would be your response. So I brought this.” Pulling the scanner from my back pocket, I held it up in the air, shaking it from side to side.
Her eyes widened. “Where the fuck did you get one of those?”
“Oh, so you know what this is?”
“Uh, no.” She looked away for a second, before nervously glancing back at the device.
I felt like laughing. “You’ve shown your hand already.
There’s no point in lying anymore. I’m going to give you one chance.
One. You tell me what I want to know, and I’ll consider going easy on you.
Might even upgrade you to a nicer room if I’m feeling particularly generous.
But you make me use this—” I shook the scanner again, “—and my generosity vanishes.”
Any trace of nervousness from Firecracker fled, replaced with a burning rage hot enough to sear me. “Go ahead. Use it. It doesn’t matter if you find out who I am, and you wanna know why? Because I’m gonna get out of here, and when I do, I’m gonna slit your fucking throat.”
Ah, there it was. That glare. The one that made my cock fucking throb.
“I’d love to see that…” I walked behind her, pried one of her fingers open from her clenched fist and placed it on the scanner. Sixty seconds later, a picture of her popped up on the screen, along with her name. “Drea Ortega,” I finished.
An adorable little growl left her mouth, made from pure anger and frustration. She tried to kick her legs out in what I assumed was her own little form of a tantrum, thrashing and cursing me out in Spanish.
I studied the information on the screen as I walked back in front of her. “Aggravated assault, grand theft auto, destruction of property, assault with a deadly weapon resulting in grievous bodily harm—”
“I wasn’t officially charged with that one,” she cut in.
“Disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace, theft, indecent exposure—”
“That charge was bullshit. I took a skinny dip in the ocean at three in the morning. How was that indecent exposure? No one was around.”
“Vandalism, resisting arrest, drug possession—”
“Was only a little weed. Doesn’t count.”
“Defacing public property, dangerous driving—” I looked up from the scanner, my brows raised, “kidnapping of animals?”
“They were experimenting on them! Some big pharmaceutical company. What was I supposed to do? Leave them in there to suffer?” she shook her head. “No. I didn’t kidnap them, I saved them.”
I shook my head, chuckling softly. “How is it you’re still walking free after all these charges?”
She shrugged casually. “I’ve got a good lawyer.”
Nobody was that good. It was suspicious. Another mystery to solve. Maybe she was higher up than I originally thought. Had friends with deep pockets. Reach that extended not only into law enforcement but the judicial system too. That was the only way someone with a record like that wasn’t in jail.
“What’s your position within the cartel?” I asked, skimming through the rest of the basic, personal information the scanner provided. Thirty-one years old, 5’1, born in Guadalajara, Mexico, immigrated to America fifteen years ago with her father, mother and twin brother.
She scowled at me. “Remember what I said earlier? About getting fucked by a knife and dying? Why don’t you go do that?”
I scrolled through the long list of known associates listed in her file. One name stood out, giving me pause.
Interesting. Very interesting.
I spun on the heels of my feet, heading for the door.
“Hey! Hey! Where are you going? Let me the fuck out of here! You can’t keep me locked up in this shithole!”
I turned to face her as I opened the door. I ran my eyes over her body again. Over those thick hips, perfect for grabbing onto. Over all those curves and those huge tits just begging to be sucked, squeezed. So many indecent thoughts flicked through my head.
Her breath hitched, her pupils dilating like saucers.
I wasn’t sure what she saw on my face, but whatever it was made the air snap between us with sexual tension. She trailed her gaze over my body like I did hers, teeth digging into her bottom lip.
This weird, animalistic sexual attraction burning between us was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. She was the furthest thing from my type and yet, I’d never been hotter for a woman.
I was so tempted to loosen her cuffs, to allow her just enough give to escape just so I could hunt her. Chase her down and bring her back kicking and screaming. Maybe when the house was empty—and I was sure no one else was around—I could. The idea made me fucking salivate.
“I can do whatever I want. You’re mine now, malyshka.
And as long as you misbehave, you’ll stay down here, strapped to that chair, with nothing and no one.
You’ll eat when I say you can eat. Go to the bathroom only when I give permission.
Your life is mine to control, to do with as I see fit.
If you want that to change, I suggest you start to cooperate. ”
“You son of a bitch,” she hissed, any trace of arousal vanishing in an instant.
I tutted. “It’s language like that that keeps getting you into trouble. You have to be a good girl to get out of here, Drea. Behave.”
Her glare was like daggers, sharp enough to cut my skin. “Get. Fucked,” she spat.
“You offering?”
“Not if you were the last man on Earth, estúpido, arrogante gilipollas,” you stupid, arrogant asshole.
A smirk curved on my lips. “Estas segura de eso?” You sure about that? I responded in Spanish.
Her mouth fell open in shock, eyes going wide.
“Hasta pronto, Drea,” See you soon, Drea, I said walking out.
The surprise wore off quickly, and she hurled profanities at me as I slammed the door shut. I could still hear her on the other side, screaming so loud it would only take minutes for her voice to go hoarse.
Sasha and Pavel stood outside. “Everything okay?” Sasha asked, eyes darting to the closed door behind me and back.
Drea was still going crazy, screaming and cursing. “Everything’s fine. Take her to the bathroom and bring her a bowl of rice and beans in an hour. Plastic utensils and cutlery only. Keep her cuffed the entire time. She’s not under any circumstances to be out of her restraints. Understood?”
“Yes, boss.”
I nodded. “Good. Any problems, contact me immediately.” I headed back up towards the top level, pulling my phone from my pocket as I locked the steel door. As soon as I had reception, I called Nik.
“What’s up, Zander?” he asked when he answered on the third ring.
“Zetas second, Juan, what’s his last name?”
“Ortega, I think. Why?”
That’s what I thought. “The woman, her name is Drea. Drea Ortega. She’s Juan’s twin sister.”