Page 136 of Shifting Hearts 1
I wave away the comment with one hand and squeeze his cock with the other. Hard. The groan that leaves his body is filled with want.
Thinking back to all the times I promised myself that a man would never be allowed to have such power over me, I scrape my press-on nails against his shaft.
“You will be surprised how fun it is to let me play with you. But first we have some business to take care of.”
As if on cue, the sound of a commotion rises outside the office. Gunshots ring through the air, and he is watching me closely to look for any sign of fear.
However, he will have to be sorely disappointed today. This girl is used to situations like this, but I won’t be telling him today how many times I have fled the scene of a crime under a wave of bullets.
My skin gets that strange, animated feeling, and I can’t wait to get my hands on these guys. For all I know, they could have a clue as to where I could find Alexi.
With flourish, I turn to Alejandro and bow mockingly before I say, “Let the games begin. May the best woman win.” Then I turn to walk out the door and join the fight.
It doesn’t take Alejandro’s crew long to contain the situation and the men who were following us. They drag the newcomers to a room at the very back of the warehouse. It is brightly lit with what appears to be surgical lamps, and the light reflects off the white tiles, visible from top to bottom. There are multiple drains on the floor at various places, and it has all the characteristics of a professional murder room, complete with a table filled with torture tools.
Alejandro’s men have strung the intruders up on an intricate pulley system to suspend them in the middle of the room, a few inches from the floor, with their arms tied at the back.
From the expressions on their faces, they must be in excruciating pain.
Alejandro follows me into the room but never pays me any attention. He is now in full business mode, and it seems like he has forgotten about my existence entirely.
“Who sent you? Who do you work for?” he keeps asking the same questions over and over again. When the men refuse to answer, one of Alejandro’s men beats them with a massive wrench in the gut.
Their ribs must be broken by now. One is wheezing, and still, Alejandro gets nothing out of them.
The middle one only casts sideward glances at the other two, and their lips stay sealed. If we have any chance to break them, I am going to need to use my special gift.
I was hoping to keep it secret from a man like Alejandro. You can never know who would take advantage of me to use my gift for their own gain.
And as we all know, there is no honor amongst thieves.
Either way, I need to make my move soon before these men are beaten to death.
“Maybe I could offer another interrogation method? That is, if you want to get some answers today.” My voice sounds too sweet to be sincere.
I know it, and so does he, judging by the strange look Alejandro gives me.
He gestures with his hand to the hanging men, and I decide to push my luck even more.
“I need some privacy to work. That is if you want results.” My arms are on my hips, and I feign nonchalance.
Alejandro stares at me with an incredulous look. Then he nods to the rest of his crew, and they filter out of the room.
He stands motionless with his hands in his pockets and a blood-speckled shirt, head cocked to the side, daring me to tell him to leave.
The challenge in his eyes is clear. Not only does he doubt that I will be able to get anything out of them, but he also doubts that I have the stomach to approach them.
I stroll closer and look for one who has the least amount of damage to his face. I need him to be able to see me clearly.
As it turns out, the leader, who is the tallest of all of them, has escaped with his face mostly intact.
I take a deep breath and aim to create a report. “I have been a failure of a hostess. My name is Maddy, and I am thrilled to have you here today. Pity your boss couldn’t join us. Would you like to tell me his name? Then I can send a personal invitation.”
He starts to laugh hysterically, like a wild dog in heat, and the other two join him with a hesitant sneer, as the jostling only enhances the ache in their suspended shoulders.
Alejandro steps forward, but I hold my hand up to stop him. He hangs back, and I turn back to the leader with renewed focus.
“My apologies, gentlemen. I must have asked the wrong question.” I stare into the leader’s eyes and will him to answer my questions honestly. “Firstly, tell me your name.”
