their steely determination. When you looked into them, you knew this man had a purpose.
He made a formidable opponent. But Jack was being smartâfollowing his SEAL training and looking for an opportunity to escape.
âYou went to a lot of trouble to get into the RAM. Who are you working for?â
âNobody.â
âDonât screw with me now. That fight in the bar where I first saw you beat the crap out of a guyâthat was staged, wasnât it?â
âNo.â
âYou let me think you were a badass lone wolf, bitter about losing your buddies. You let me think you wanted to get back at the U.S. Government.â
âI do.â
Trainer snorted. Ignoring Jack, he went on. âYou made me think you bought into the RAM ideals.â
âI do.â
âBullshit. You made yourself look like the perfect recruit. You had discipline. All the skills I needed in a man. I even made you an instructor. But it was all an act.â
âNo.â
âCut the crap. You may think you can hold out. But youâre going to spill your guts to me like everybody does under torture. Why not make it easier on yourself and tell me now. Then Iâll kill you quick.â
Jack didnât waste his energy with a snappy reply. He let his mind float awayâto a place where the pain was happening to someone elseâonly he could still feel it.
âWhy were you in my office?â
Heâd been in the office? Jack didnât remember that or anything else right before waking up in the torture chamber, but he filed the information away.
Trainer leaned over him, grinning as he took a drag on his cigarette and held it up, studying the glowing end. Then he pressed it against Jackâs shoulder.
He called on every drop of inner strength he possessed, determined to deny the militia leader the satisfaction of hearing him scream. But keeping silent was getting harder.
âWho are you working for?â
âNobody.â
âYouâre lying.â
When he turned his head away, the militia leader grabbed his hair and snapped his face back, damn near breaking his neck in the process.
When he didnât respond, the man closed a hand over his shoulder, his fingers rubbing against the new burn mark as he shook him.
âJack. Wake up. Jack. Can you hear me?â an urgent voice asked.
The voice didnât sound like Trainer, but it had to be. Or one of his men. There was nobody else in the torture room. Or was his memory wrong? He didnât recall the place smelling damp and musty.
He tensed his muscles, waiting for the right moment.
âJack?â
In the dim light, he could barely see who had spoken his name. Was that really Trainer hovering above him? His mind refused to focus, but his body reacted in the way heâd been trained. This was his chance to get away, and he took it. Springing forward, he knocked the bastard out of the way where he landed on his ass against the wall.
When he heard a grunting sound, he felt a surge of victory.
âJack.â
It didnât sound like Trainer. And as the familiar face finally came into focus, he dragged in a sharp breath.
It wasnât Trainer or one of his men. And he wasnât in the brightly lighted torture chamber.
He was in a dark place, illuminated only by the glow from a flashlight sitting on the floor. In the dim light, he saw Morgan picking herself up.
âShit.â He wasnât back in Trainerâs clutches. His brain had made up that scenario when an explosion shook the house, and he fell down the ladder and blacked out.
âMorgan?â he asked in a strangled voice.
âYes.â
He ran a shaky hand through his hair as he thought about the short amount of time theyâd spent together. âI attacked you before, didnât I? When you first found me, right?â
âYou were out of it.â
He snorted. âDonât make excuses for me. Iâm having flashbacks to
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