Page 89 of Risky Match
I recognize the gruff voice. It’s the guard who tied me up.
In my deepest voice, I mumble, “Noah. Open the bloody door.”
“What? Who is it?” he asks.
Instead of answering, I pound on the door again.
It swings open and he peeks out. Turning to see me, his eyes go wide in shock. As he reaches for me, Erin tosses a towel over his head and yanks it back while I give him a kick between his legs.
It works like a charm. I’ll have to thank my Covert Royal instructors. That kick is turning out to be particularly effective.Of course, my follow-up chop across his shoulders finished the job.
A voice inside calls out, “Roger, what’s going on out there?”
I’ve heard that voice before but can’t place it.
I put my finger to my lips, signaling Erin to stay quiet.
Lowering my voice again, I mumble, “Nothing. Toilet.”
“Good grief. Can’t you hold it?”
Erin and I remain silent, waiting for the right moment to burst in.
“Never mind. Find a toilet and get back here. Blake, we’re out of time. Drink this. They’re going to be here any minute to interview you about the sponsorship for this new sports drink.”
“None of this makes sense. Why aren’t we in a regular interview room? Why wouldn’t the sponsor want me to drink it while we speak?” Blake asks.
“Noah gave me the instructions. You know he has your best interests in mind.”
“I’m not so sure about that anymore. Is this the same drink I tried the day someone poisoned me? If so, I’m not touching it.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Marco and Thomas recommended some sports drink that day. It tasted like crap. Maybe that’s how I was poisoned. I’m not drinking random shite again.”
“You saw me open this can. What’s the big deal?”
“Why do you care so much? What’s your interest?”
“Noah said you need this deal to be able to keep paying me.”
It’s someone on his team that’s working with Noah. No wonder the voice is familiar.
“Huh? That’s bollocks. That’s the last straw. Noah’s fired, and I’m leaving.”
“No, Blake. You’re not going anywhere. Sit down and drink.”
“Bloody hell! Why are you pointing a knife at me?”
I cover my mouth to stifle the impending gasp.
“Because you wouldn’t cooperate willingly. You have two choices now: the drink or the knife. You pick.”
I put my hand to hold Erin back. We don’t know how close the knife is to Blake.
“Have you lost your mind? What’s wrong with you? Why are you doing this?”
“All you had to do was play tennis and keep working with Noah. Your life would have been great. So would ours. But no, you had to start complaining about Noah, investigating his finances, and questioning his decisions. Now, you’ve teamed up with that nosy spy, Brianna.”
