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She started sucking me off, and her hand worked my balls over. I bit the inside of my mouth until I tasted blood and tried to focus entirely on that very specific bit of pain. “Please, no,” I hissed out in a strained whisper. I didn’t know if I was talking to her, or telling myself.
I came.
It seemed like my balls wouldn’t drain until the pulses subsided.
There was no gunshot, but if she shot me in the head, would I even know it? Would I have time to register the sound of the gun before the bullet ended me? The tension band came off me and she tapped me between the eyes with the barrel of the pistol and gave a laugh.
“If you could only see your face, right now.” She undid the blindfold and tossed it on the ground. The light was painfully bright for a moment, and then my eyes were able to adjust. She stood over me, and I could see my spunk on her neck and down into her cleavage. “Don’t worry, I recorded it, so I can watch it later. I’ll make sure you have the option to watch it.”
Then I saw the gun. It wasn’t a platinum-chrome-finished Walther; it was just a pencil flashlight. I surged against my bonds and this just amused her again. She didn’t say anything, but she took my cock in her hand and slapped it. The pain jolted through my oversensitive member, through my body, and then into the crown of my head. Several more strikes had me howling in agony, and she laughed with sadistic glee.
“You get to live another day, Englishman.”
Chapter Six
Lachlan…
The information about Roan changed everything. I’d initially planned on a shorter revenge run, a trial by fire in a more controlled environment to get Sadie’s feet wet and used to the notion of pulling the trigger. There was no time for that now.
“So, here’s the plan. First thing, fuck Turk, we’re not wasting time going after him,” I said, wishing that I had some sort of map, or chart, or one of the glowing floating screens they used in the techno-action movies. “The woman with the old guy said that they shipped the prosthetic to Mont Saint Chauvignon, in Languedoc, France.”
“It’s not a very well-hidden place. I mean, the guy’s name is literally on the map,” Sadie said.
“He’s French. There’s nothing bigger than his ego. But yes, the place isn’t hidden. I wikied this place and they’ve lived there for a few hundred fucking years, so this is like the ancestral home of these guys, or ancestral summer home. From what Roan had on the Escadrille file, their full-scale base of operations is somewhere in Afghanistan or Pakistan. Lawless, poppy fields, machine guns cheaper than chickens, but we aren’t going there.”
“The two of us couldn’t go after some crazy heroin terrorist base, not even if we had Roan.” She looked frustrated. “I mean that part of the world is still at war. Even living in a warehouse with no electricity I know that.”
“And that’s why we aren’t going to worry about it,” I said. “I can make a few phone calls, wire some money and within twenty-four hours I can have a military bombing raid dropped on their heads. We might have to deal with that later, but right now, I only care about getting Roan back.” She nodded firmly.
“So, pack your clothes, and let’s see which passports will get us into France with the least amount of attention, and maybe make sure you pack a bathing suit.” I gave her a smile.
“What in the hell will I need that for?” she asked, sounding a little hot.
“Easy. After we spring Roan from the frog house, we are striking distance from the French Riviera, and even if we need to make a quick escape, it is a densely touristed area, so flashy cars don’t stand out, there are tons of witnesses, and that sorta thing. They can’t swing heavy without drawing the French police and maybe even the army down on themselves,” I said.
“So, your plan is to go in, guns out, rescue Roan, and then drive to the French Riviera?” Her expression made it look like she didn’t fully believe this plan.
“I’m more action than planning, so I’m doing the best I can,” I admitted. “AndIwill be the one going in, you’ll be hanging back, staying safe.”
“He’s as important to me, as he is to you,” she argued.
“You’re right, but look, if I let anything happen to you, he would never forgive me.”
“And if something happens toyou, I’ll never forgive you either.” She was smolderingly defiant.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I said.
“Did you forget the house exploding half a year ago, having a black-market doc pull bullets out of you, or me tending to your stitches while we were buried under a ton of snow and misery?” There was a flash of anger in her voice.
“No, I didn’t forget any of those things. When we rescue Roan, it’s not going to be me going in alone. I have some people I know, professional contacts.” I made a peace-making gesture.
“I’m a little low on trust,” Sadie said and looked unhappy about it.
“Then give me all you’ve got, baby. I promise, I’m not going to let you down.”
We stared at each other, a long moment of silence stretching between us, but she finally nodded.
We packed our bags, and took two ride shares and a train to get to BWI, and then first-class accommodations to cross the ocean. Sadie was tense, and it was taking all of my composure to keep cool. I didn’t have a ghost in my ear telling me what to do and keeping an eye out for me. We had to fly legit, so there were no weapons in my bags, none on my person, and nothing in the checked bag. She complained the entire time – getting back on a train, worry about getting on another plane, and that was fine.
