Page 76 of Reacher
I felt like there was a brick in my stomach. No, wait, it was worse than that.It was in my chest. Something was sitting on my chest, and it hurt like hell. Fuck.
I was vaguely aware of pain in my arm, and then I was on my knees, with Stitch yelling for help. Then the lights went out, and I saw nothing more.
Twenty-Five
Surprisinglynobodydidanythingto hurt me until they got me to their lair. Ugh. I remembered the place. I’d been there once before, when they decided to let me witness what they did to traitors, so maybe they’d seen it coming before I even attempted it.
I was thrown into the same room that I’d stayed in that night, because of course Raoul was horny as fuck after he’d helped them kill that guy, and he hadn’t let me leave without him slobbering all over me, and using me to get off.
I was left there alone for maybe an hour, and then the door opened and Raoul stepped inside. What I hated about the room was the fact that it had a bed in it. Raoul had always been a brutal man, and sex was one of his favourite weapons.
“Get on the bed, bitch.”
I glared at him from the corner of the room, where I’d been standing for the last damn hour.
“You’ll have to kill me first, asshole.”
He smirked at me then, and how did I ever find that attractive?
“You know I prefer my bitches alive and kicking. I don’t mind if you die during, but I don’t get hard for dead chicks.”
It surprised me that he had any lines he didn’t cross.
“You sure about that? You’re a twisted bastard. At least they stay still if they’re dead.”
He shuddered as he stepped closer.
“But they’re cold, baby, and I prefer to sink my dick into a hot wet body.”
I backed up, determined to keep him far enough away that he couldn’t grab me.
“I’m definitely not going to be wet, and you know that. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”
He kept following me, until I was backed up into the corner.Idiot. I should have jumped across the bed, but there was something stopping me from going near it. I couldn’t do it, not after last time. I couldn’t willingly get on that thing.
He caged me in with his arms, and leaned close.
“Been looking forward to finding you, Alicia. The others want you dead, but I convinced them. I convinced them that you’re worth more alive. Just gotta break that spirit of yours, just enough that you’re easier to handle. I know our clients will want to break the last of your soul.”
No no no. I shoved at his chest, but he barely moved. Chuckling, he reached up to grab my chin in his hand.
“First, you tell me where the drugs are, and then you’re gonna pay us back every penny with your body, like the whore you are. I bet you’ve been letting that biker fuck you, haven’t you? Has he been in that pussy of yours? You’ve been sucking his old biker dick?”
I glared at him as I moved myself into position, and then I slammed my knee up, catching him hard in the groin.
He staggered away from me, his hands cupping his groin.
“You fucking cunt, I’m gonna fuck you up for that. When I’m finished with you, even your precious biker won’t recognise you.”
Big words from the guy who couldn’t even stand up straight right now. I figured that pointing that out was probably a risky move right now though.
“You can’t expect me not to try and defend myself, Raoul. You hold all the cards here, and I’m smart enough to know that. I’m not willing to just lay down and take it anymore. You’ll have to force me.”
“I have no problem with that, bitch. In fact, I’m looking forward to hearing your screams.”
Fortunately I’d bought myself a little time, what with him being temporarily out of commission, even though in the long run, it just might make him more vindictive and vicious with me.
“How about if I tell you where the drugs are, and you let me go? You don’t need me. You don’t… there are much younger women out there. You know nobody will want me. I’ll get the money, and I’ll pay you back every penny, with interest. You’ll have the drugs, and the money.”
