Mex started stirring. A moan of pain came from his lips.
Deva panicked a little. “How soundproof is this room do you think?”
Sasha looked around. “From what I know, very good. But there may be limits. Ten minutes before the round. Don’t forget.”
Mex opened his eyes and blinked several times to focus. He tried to move, but he grimaced in pain. Deva knew exactly when the drug wore off enough for him to realize where he was and who was standing by his bed.
“Oh, fuck.” And as he tried to push himself up, he noticed the shackles. “Are you insane?” And then Mex turned and saw Sasha.
“If it isn’t the bitch doctor. After what happened in Africa, I thought you switched careers from doctor to war whore.”
Deva didn’t have time to react when Sasha’s slap cracked inside the room. Mex only laughed.
“I’m not into pain, sweet pea. But if you want to suck me off, I’m all for it.”
“Enough!” Deva shook her head at her cousin who was ready to emasculate him. “Father, all we need is information. Simple as that. You give it to us, and we go.”
The MC president looked her as if she had grown two heads before a grin split his lips. “Daughter. I don’t know who you think you are talking to, but you can’t expect me to roll over like one of your boy toys. And after firing at me, two times, my dear child, you can fucking die for all that I care.”
“Well, that won’t happen. What is Finch up to? What is he planning?”
Now, Mex laughed at her, and Deva knew that she had to act quickly. Bracing herself, she put a hand on his wounded thigh and squeezed for a second. The mirth turned into a howl of agony.
She saw Sasha wince a little but knew that time was of the essence. “That’s your freebie, Father. Next time, I’m going to squeeze so hard, you’ll need more than one surgery.” When she saw him hesitating, she squeezed again. The strangled scream coming from him made her nauseous, but she persisted. When she released the pressure, the man was pouring out sweat, working hard to catch his breath. Blood now soaked his dressing.
“You’re fucking mad!”
“It must be my bloodline.” As she moved to touch his thigh again, he winced and yelped.
“Wait! I don’t know exactly what Finch is planning. He only told me that if I supported him, if I lent him the MC when needed, he would help me in regaining what I’ve lost, and even gain more territories.”
“What do you mean, what you lost?”
“You think that you disappearing didn’t have any consequences? Because of you, there was a war, and I’ve lost money, men, and many sources of income. Finch helped me re-establish some of those sources, and in return, I must wait for his signal.”
“A signal for what?”
Mex shook his head. “I don’t know. He said that there may be some trouble after he’s done, that he may need to calm people down.”
Sasha shifted. “We need to go, now.”
But Deva felt that she was onto something and didn’t want to leave.
“When is it supposed to happen?”
Mex hesitated, but Deva pressed her hand on the now bleeding flesh. “Tell me, dammit!”
“Soon. He told me soon. He said to be patient and that his plan had been in the making for years!!!”
So many more questions, but before she could ask them, Sasha was pulling her out of the room. “I said out! I reopened his painkillers, he will be out when the nurses come in, which will give us a little more time.”
In the sitting room, Kai opened the door, and as they were to leave, four men walked in. Deva froze when she recognized Semyon. Why on earth would the Chicago Bratva second-in-command visit an MC president? And by the look on Semyon’s face, he wasn’t very happy to see her either. Furious was more the word.
When he reached for his gun, Deva knew she screamed but everything went so fast, it was as if moving in slow motion. And someone grabbed her and threw her out of the room. Her body rolled and slid on the floor until she slammed into the opposite wall.
Sasha crawled out and then the door slammed shut on the men. From the noises coming from the room, it was sounding like a pack of mating rhinos.
“Go Sasha. Go now!”
