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Authors: Daisy Harris
Tags: Erótica
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she swiveled around on the bed. “Whassup?”
He focused, trying to read the information trailing through his mind. More words and numbers, lines of data, filled his consciousness. A message flashed, clear as a road sign—STAY WHERE YOU ARE.
“Fuck, Shani. You’ve got to go.” Royce grabbed her arm and lifted her from the bed. “Shit, shit—they’re coming.” He scanned the room for the van keys she dropped and forced them into her hand. “Now! Go!”
“Wait!” Shani braced her feet against the dirty carpet and pressed a hand to the door. “What… Why do you think they’re—?”
“I can see them!” Royce tapped the side of his head with his free hand. “They’re…” He let his eyes lose focus so he could see better what was in his mind. “Crap, they must be close.”
“But we can’t be that far from the…” Shani’s mouth opened on a gasp before she covered it with her hand. “Shit. Where did we park the van?”
He snatched her wrists together and hauled her another three steps toward the door. “In the far end of the parking lot.”
“Oh hell no!” Shani pulled out of his grip. She rushed to the curtains and peeked outside. “I didn’t even pay attention to where we parked. It’s all the way at the other side of the building!” She dashed to grab the bag off the floor and hauled it over her shoulder. Royce thought she’d open the door, but instead Shani pressed her hand over her eves in frustration. “I must have been pretty upset when we got here, huh?”
Royce squeezed her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s understandable.” He wanted to comfort her longer, but he sensed both Brenda’s and Jackson’s thoughts, clear as his own, in his mind. “Maybe we should ditch the van. Run straight into the woods.”
Shani shook her head slowly, her hand still covering her eyes. “We can’t do that.” She bowed her head in frustration. “Because the device that blocks your signal is in the van.”
His hands, still on her shoulders, clenched. The stupid floppy hair his makers forced him to wear fell in his eyes. He growled more than spoke. “And you’re just telling me this now?”
Shani’s head snapped up. She batted his hands off her shoulders and raised her lip in a snarl. But whatever she meant to argue was silenced.
The door flew open and three steins rushed in with pistols drawn.
“Royce!” His supervisor Brenda ran past the men and into the room, and threw her arms around Royce, pulling him tight.
Chapter Seven
Shani struggled against the two male steins—kicking at their shins, biting any hand that got close to her face.
“Brenda…” Royce disentangled himself from Brenda’s hold. He wasn’t sure how to remedy the situation. But if he had to go back, at least he would talk Shani out of trouble. “I don’t think this female was in charge of her actions. It seemed as if she was being controlled remotely.”
“Of course she was being controlled.” Jackson Grey stepped through the door, impeccably dressed in an Armani suit. “You know steins can’t function for any real length of time without a network, someone to patch their malfunctions and rewrite their programs.” Jackson walked a quick circle around Royce, studying every part of his body. “Well, at least she didn’t damage our merchandise.”
Sweat coated Royce’s skin under his clothes. Synadate deleted steins’ memories of their training, so Royce never knew what had transpired between him and Jackson. But whatever happened felt etched into his skin, in his nervous system. Royce opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He watched as the trainer’s attention shifted to Shani.
“Hmm.” Jackson peered into Shani’s eyes before roving his gaze over her body. He stepped around to her back and grabbed her upper arms so fast she barely had time to yelp. “She’d be perfect for our Street line. Right, Brenda?” Jackson wove his fingers into Shani’s curls.
He focused, trying to read the information trailing through his mind. More words and numbers, lines of data, filled his consciousness. A message flashed, clear as a road sign—STAY WHERE YOU ARE.
“Fuck, Shani. You’ve got to go.” Royce grabbed her arm and lifted her from the bed. “Shit, shit—they’re coming.” He scanned the room for the van keys she dropped and forced them into her hand. “Now! Go!”
“Wait!” Shani braced her feet against the dirty carpet and pressed a hand to the door. “What… Why do you think they’re—?”
“I can see them!” Royce tapped the side of his head with his free hand. “They’re…” He let his eyes lose focus so he could see better what was in his mind. “Crap, they must be close.”
“But we can’t be that far from the…” Shani’s mouth opened on a gasp before she covered it with her hand. “Shit. Where did we park the van?”
He snatched her wrists together and hauled her another three steps toward the door. “In the far end of the parking lot.”
“Oh hell no!” Shani pulled out of his grip. She rushed to the curtains and peeked outside. “I didn’t even pay attention to where we parked. It’s all the way at the other side of the building!” She dashed to grab the bag off the floor and hauled it over her shoulder. Royce thought she’d open the door, but instead Shani pressed her hand over her eves in frustration. “I must have been pretty upset when we got here, huh?”
Royce squeezed her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s understandable.” He wanted to comfort her longer, but he sensed both Brenda’s and Jackson’s thoughts, clear as his own, in his mind. “Maybe we should ditch the van. Run straight into the woods.”
Shani shook her head slowly, her hand still covering her eyes. “We can’t do that.” She bowed her head in frustration. “Because the device that blocks your signal is in the van.”
His hands, still on her shoulders, clenched. The stupid floppy hair his makers forced him to wear fell in his eyes. He growled more than spoke. “And you’re just telling me this now?”
Shani’s head snapped up. She batted his hands off her shoulders and raised her lip in a snarl. But whatever she meant to argue was silenced.
The door flew open and three steins rushed in with pistols drawn.
“Royce!” His supervisor Brenda ran past the men and into the room, and threw her arms around Royce, pulling him tight.
Chapter Seven
Shani struggled against the two male steins—kicking at their shins, biting any hand that got close to her face.
“Brenda…” Royce disentangled himself from Brenda’s hold. He wasn’t sure how to remedy the situation. But if he had to go back, at least he would talk Shani out of trouble. “I don’t think this female was in charge of her actions. It seemed as if she was being controlled remotely.”
“Of course she was being controlled.” Jackson Grey stepped through the door, impeccably dressed in an Armani suit. “You know steins can’t function for any real length of time without a network, someone to patch their malfunctions and rewrite their programs.” Jackson walked a quick circle around Royce, studying every part of his body. “Well, at least she didn’t damage our merchandise.”
Sweat coated Royce’s skin under his clothes. Synadate deleted steins’ memories of their training, so Royce never knew what had transpired between him and Jackson. But whatever happened felt etched into his skin, in his nervous system. Royce opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He watched as the trainer’s attention shifted to Shani.
“Hmm.” Jackson peered into Shani’s eyes before roving his gaze over her body. He stepped around to her back and grabbed her upper arms so fast she barely had time to yelp. “She’d be perfect for our Street line. Right, Brenda?” Jackson wove his fingers into Shani’s curls.
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