Page 123 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
I close my eyes, take a breath, and think back to what the hell happened. Jason and I were going to his apartment, I told him to stay in the car while I searched, and then I got fucking ambushed going into the stairwell. They were on me before I could blink, so they knew I was trained. That doesn’t mean I didn’t drop a couple of bodies before they grabbed me. One of the guys barked that the package was on its way into comms while another slid a needle into my goddamn neck. Where the hell is Jason? Dread settles in my gut. I can hope all I want that he called one of the guys when I didn’t come back, but I know better. He went into that fucking apartment building looking for me. Did they grab him? Did he get away?
Before my thoughts can spiral, I hear the heavy deadbolt on the door sliding free with a squeal. The door is jerked open, and this asshole is wearing the same tactical gear as the ones who grabbed me. “Let’s go,” he barks, wrapping a hand around my bicep and jerking me to my feet. He shoves me toward the door, making me stumble because of the shackles. I can’t do shit about it either. They have the chain shortened to where I can’t even stand up all the way. Whoever grabbed me knows what I’m capable of. He shoves me again, and I whirl around.
“I’m fucking walking, you jackass. Shove me one more time.”
“What are you going to do?” he sneers, hiding behind his helmet. “Walk.”
He spins me around, shoving me again. I grit my teeth to hold my temper and walk down the dimly lit hallway. I take in everything around me so that I can get my bearings. There are several cells down here, and I can’t tell if anyone else is in them. “Where’s Jason?” He ignores me just like I figured he would. “I’ll gut everyone in here if you hurt him.”
“You won’t do shit. He’s waiting for you.”
“Who’s he?” Nothing.
We walk through three doors, each one he has to unlock. When we walk through the last door, there are guards everywhere. I raise a brow and glance over my shoulder. “Are you that scared of me? I’m one person.”
“We know what you can do and who you were trained by.” My shoulders stiffen at that comment, my teeth gritting so hard, so I’m surprised they aren’t dust. “Nothing to say now, asshole?”
He shoves me again, and this time, I sprawl on the floor. I roll to my back, and he makes the mistake of leaning over me. I pull my legs back and kick with all my strength, hitting him square in the jaw. He grunts and falls to his ass. I roll to my feet, already waiting for the other guards to grab me. Three of them rush me,and two grab my biceps to drag me the rest of the way. The third is walking behind me with an automatic at my back.
We get to another door, but they key in a code for this one. When we walk in, I have to blink at how fucking bright it is. A table sits in the middle of the floor, and more guards line the walls. They shove me into a chair and quickly hook my cuffs to the table. One positions themselves behind me and the others step into line with the other guards. My head is still pounding from whatever they drugged me with, but my mind is clear. This has my father written all over it.
I sit there for a long time, just staring at the wall, when I hear the beeping on the door. Two guards open it, and I frown when the man who walks through isn’t my father. It’s my uncle. “Too afraid to face me himself? You’re still his little bitch boy, I see.” I don’t expect the blow, but it comes from behind me. The asshole punches me right in the kidney, but I refuse to make a sound.
“I see you still have a big mouth,” my uncle, Abraham, replies. “Did you really think you could get away with your little stunt in the hallway?” He walks further into the room but keeps his distance. Good. He’s still scared of me.
“I knew I couldn’t get loose, but damn, it felt good kicking that motherfucker in the face. You want to get to the point. Where is he?”
“I’m here to take you back.”
I can’t help it; I laugh. “I think the fuck not. You might as well just kill me.”
“You disgraced this family,” he hisses. “We can do this peacefully, Aryeh.”
“The shackles tell a different story.” I pull on them for emphasis, making them clank against the table. The asshole behind me punches me again. I grit my teeth but don’t say a word. “Just put a bullet in my skull. I’ll never go back.”
“Your rightful spot is by his side. He won’t name a successor because you aren’t there.”
“I bet that burns your ass up, doesn’t it? That he would rather pick the disgraceful son and not you.” Another punch, but this one gets me right in the ribs. Other than a gasp of breath, I stay quiet. “Where the fuck is Jason?”
“Oh, you mean the faggot you were with? We took care of him.”
All the anger rises to the surface from him calling him that and that they hurt him. “Where?” I growl.
“It’s not so funny now, is it? We got the rest of your team, too. It was rather easy, if I do say so myself.”
I count to ten before I open my mouth. “It only took you how many years and soldiers? Good job.”
“I was surprised they had the girl with them.”
My body seizes, but I don’t react. “What girl?”
He waves his hand. “The one with the ugly scars.”
I slam my fists down on the table and stand up. “Watch your goddamn mouth.”
Abraham flicks a hand up, no doubt stopping the guy from hitting me again. “Agree to come with me now.”
“Or what?” My mind is racing. What does he mean he took care of Jason? How the hell did they get the rest of the team?
