Page 9 of Enemy of the State

“What does your mother think about you torturing men, women, and children?”

The hint of amusement in his gaze disappears in a flash and his stare goes cold. “You aren’t a child, and I’m not even sure you’re a woman.”

My expression turns flirty. “I’d be happy to prove it to you further, in case my tits weren’t enough.”

With a huff, he turns and stalks away. I didn’t miss the way he circumvented the comment about his mother altogether. I guess you can’t be too careful in a place like this. I’m sure that’s why they all cover their faces too. Although, I’ll readily admit that the masks are doing it for me.Mask kink unlocked.

As he drifts down the hallway, my mind flutters over the content of his questions in combination with the repeated questions Digs hurled my way earlier.

What the hell has my brother gotten himself into?

I’m getting an early workout in when the green-eyed masked man from the last couple of days comes to collect me for, what I’m coming to realize, is my daily torture session. I was reacquainted with a few more rounds of waterboarding over the last few days—or weeks? Hard to tell—which I’m starting to get all too comfortable enduring.

After slipping my black uniform top back on, I’m led back to the same interrogation room, but this time, the only thing in the entire room is a single metal chair in the center of the space.

Oh, finally something new. That’s exciting.

I’m roughly made to sit in the chair and the chain dangling from my cuffs is then connected to a bolt in the floor. Left alone, I stretch my neck from side to side as I close my eyes, settling into the silence of the room. I’ve nearly drifted to sleep when the metal door I came through earlier swings open. I internally roll my eyes at Digs’s obvious flair for dramatics. It’d be cute, maybe even sexy, if I weren’t on the receiving end of his unpleasant antics.

He saunters into the room alone, Honey Eyes nowhere in sight. I arch an eyebrow, waiting for him to start his barrage of questions I have no intention of answering. Circling my chair, he comes to a stop in front of me, leaning against the greyish concrete wall across from me that’s tinged a blue-green color, likely from mold.

Folding his burly, well-muscled arms across his wide chest, he props a booted foot against the wall behind him as he addresses me with casual aloofness. “Feel like talking today, Lou?”

Lou. No one calls me Lou except my brother, and I find it irritating coming from this man.

“Depends on the subject.”

He snorts with what I assume is laughter, but could be disappointment, but either way, it’s amusing to me.

“Where is the next target?”

I answer him with silence.

“Figured.”

New day, same shit. His line of questioning is not aging well, if I’m being honest. I’m already over it.

When I don’t answer, he pulls a rag from his back pocket and approaches me. He leans down to tie the piece of fabric at the back of my head and covering my eyes. In the close proximity, I accidentally inhale him. He smells of hot testosterone, intense masculinity, and pure savagery. I wish I could bottle his scent and dab it on my wrists before charging into battle.

I wish I didn’t like it.

When his seemingly powerful body abruptly disappears, I chastise myself for even appreciating his closeness.

Relying on my hearing, I catch the creak of a door opening, followed by shuffling, then the terse, shrill, distinct sound of a motor coming to life. I could recognize the humming sound made by a drill even in my sleep. I’m unable to contain the hearty laugh that bursts from me, my chest bouncing with the movement.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Excuse me?” Digs asks, sounding puzzled.

“You live for the drama.”

A chuckle sounds from somewhere else in the room, and I ask into the void, “That you, Honey Eyes?”

“Huh?” the man—not Digs—asks with confusion.

“Don’t answer her. She’s one brick short of a full load,” I hear Digs say matter-of-factly.

“Ah, itisyou, Honey Eyes. I knew I recognized you. He’s just pissed that he didn’t get a cool nickname.”

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