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possible, she
tried to withdraw her hand from Winthrop. He didn’t let go.
Convict’s nostrils flared.
Ava returned with the
water, her nervous gaze flickering between the two men. “I—I wanted to thank
you as well, Mr …ah, Convict. We appreciate all you’ve
done.” Ava shoved the water toward Winthrop, forcing him to free Bella’s hand.
Released, Bella pushed to standing. “Did you have any
trouble?”
“You worried about me, fighter girl?”
She could feel Winthrop’s and Ava’s gaze boring into her. It
made her want to turn tail and flee. She locked her knees instead. “I’m worried
about us all. I don’t want anyone hurt.”
Convict’s gaze flickered to Winthrop before settling back on
her. “Sometimes pain adds to the pleasure.” He beckoned her forward, his gaze
as cold and hard as when he’d faced that tigos . “This
time ‘round, I’ll show you what I mean.”
“What’s he’s talking about?” Winthrop’s furious voice sounded
behind her.
“You don’t know?” A cold, half smile twisted Convict’s face.
“In return for all that heroism and saving your lives, I get her.”
“Her?”
“Your precious Bella. To fuck. Whenever I want. However I
want.”
If a sinkhole would have appeared and swallowed her whole,
Bella would have been grateful.
“No.” Winthrop’s protest was a near whisper. Ava sobbed.
Convict’s attention shifted back to her. “You following me up
that hill or you want to pay up in front of them? Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll
want you on all fours. Ass in the air.”
Nausea choked her, but she swallowed past it.
She’d learned growing up that pride rarely jibed with
survival. She did what she had to and moved on. Still, a part of her grieved.
Despite Convict’s warning, she kept fooling herself into thinking he might be
something he wasn’t. But it didn’t matter in the end what she thought of him.
He was still their best chance of getting out of here alive.
“I’ll follow you.” Without looking at her colleagues, she
started forward.
“Bella, no,” shouted Winthrop. “Ava, stop her.”
Which only made Ava cry louder.
For the first time, Bella had the uncharitable wish that
Winthrop had remained unconscious. She had the strong feeling none of this would
be happening if he had.
“You don’t need to whore yourself out to that bastard.” All
Winthrop’s frustration at his helplessness was apparent in his voice. “We can
survive without him. I’m Council, God damn it. Don’t go. Don’t do this to us.”
Convict didn’t even slow down. His utter indifference, his
absolute assurance that Winthrop could do nothing to stop this, insult enough.
But Bella couldn’t help herself. She turned back. “We have no
weapons. No knowledge of the terrain. No food. No water. No tools. You and the
rest of the our superiors said we would be safe, that this was an easy mission,
a simple in and out, and you left us unprepared.” Her chin tilted upward. “You
don’t want to thank me for what I’m doing, fine. But don’t lie to me or
yourself. All your Council trappings can't help us now. We won’t last an hour
without his help.”
She didn’t hurry to catch up with Convict, and he didn’t slow
to wait for her, either. By the time she was halfway up the rocky canyon, he’d
disappeared from sight. Alone, she picked her way along the rocks, growing more
and more enraged with every stumble, every scrap.
By the time she crested the top of the cliff, she was
gleefully imagining using the Council rescuers’ stun guns on the bastard while
ordering him to crawl around on all fours. Ass in the
air.
Then she crested the cliff—and sucked in a breath, her steps
faltering.
Chapter Seven
Bella stared in awe, her gaze darting everywhere at once.
Nestled between barren, rocky cliffs was a paradise she’d never imagined
existed. A lush, green canyon dotted with towering spiky trees and fan-shaped
purple and orange flora. A place even more
tried to withdraw her hand from Winthrop. He didn’t let go.
Convict’s nostrils flared.
Ava returned with the
water, her nervous gaze flickering between the two men. “I—I wanted to thank
you as well, Mr …ah, Convict. We appreciate all you’ve
done.” Ava shoved the water toward Winthrop, forcing him to free Bella’s hand.
Released, Bella pushed to standing. “Did you have any
trouble?”
“You worried about me, fighter girl?”
She could feel Winthrop’s and Ava’s gaze boring into her. It
made her want to turn tail and flee. She locked her knees instead. “I’m worried
about us all. I don’t want anyone hurt.”
Convict’s gaze flickered to Winthrop before settling back on
her. “Sometimes pain adds to the pleasure.” He beckoned her forward, his gaze
as cold and hard as when he’d faced that tigos . “This
time ‘round, I’ll show you what I mean.”
“What’s he’s talking about?” Winthrop’s furious voice sounded
behind her.
“You don’t know?” A cold, half smile twisted Convict’s face.
“In return for all that heroism and saving your lives, I get her.”
“Her?”
“Your precious Bella. To fuck. Whenever I want. However I
want.”
If a sinkhole would have appeared and swallowed her whole,
Bella would have been grateful.
“No.” Winthrop’s protest was a near whisper. Ava sobbed.
Convict’s attention shifted back to her. “You following me up
that hill or you want to pay up in front of them? Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll
want you on all fours. Ass in the air.”
Nausea choked her, but she swallowed past it.
She’d learned growing up that pride rarely jibed with
survival. She did what she had to and moved on. Still, a part of her grieved.
Despite Convict’s warning, she kept fooling herself into thinking he might be
something he wasn’t. But it didn’t matter in the end what she thought of him.
He was still their best chance of getting out of here alive.
“I’ll follow you.” Without looking at her colleagues, she
started forward.
“Bella, no,” shouted Winthrop. “Ava, stop her.”
Which only made Ava cry louder.
For the first time, Bella had the uncharitable wish that
Winthrop had remained unconscious. She had the strong feeling none of this would
be happening if he had.
“You don’t need to whore yourself out to that bastard.” All
Winthrop’s frustration at his helplessness was apparent in his voice. “We can
survive without him. I’m Council, God damn it. Don’t go. Don’t do this to us.”
Convict didn’t even slow down. His utter indifference, his
absolute assurance that Winthrop could do nothing to stop this, insult enough.
But Bella couldn’t help herself. She turned back. “We have no
weapons. No knowledge of the terrain. No food. No water. No tools. You and the
rest of the our superiors said we would be safe, that this was an easy mission,
a simple in and out, and you left us unprepared.” Her chin tilted upward. “You
don’t want to thank me for what I’m doing, fine. But don’t lie to me or
yourself. All your Council trappings can't help us now. We won’t last an hour
without his help.”
She didn’t hurry to catch up with Convict, and he didn’t slow
to wait for her, either. By the time she was halfway up the rocky canyon, he’d
disappeared from sight. Alone, she picked her way along the rocks, growing more
and more enraged with every stumble, every scrap.
By the time she crested the top of the cliff, she was
gleefully imagining using the Council rescuers’ stun guns on the bastard while
ordering him to crawl around on all fours. Ass in the
air.
Then she crested the cliff—and sucked in a breath, her steps
faltering.
Chapter Seven
Bella stared in awe, her gaze darting everywhere at once.
Nestled between barren, rocky cliffs was a paradise she’d never imagined
existed. A lush, green canyon dotted with towering spiky trees and fan-shaped
purple and orange flora. A place even more
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