Page 124 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
Abraham waves at someone, and they sit a laptop in front of me. There’s a live feed of Jason’s apartment building completely engulfed in flames. He hits several keys, and I stop breathing when I see one of the other cars we stole parked behind mine. No. There’s no way they would have run into that building. They wouldn’t have risked Kira. They would have checked the… I can’t even finish that thought because I can feel the stinging on the back of my neck, meaning they cut my fucking tracker out. “Is that enough for you? Or do you need to see bodies?”
I calmly sit back down, which only seems to piss him off more. “I want proof.”
“Your father is the director of Mossad, and I demand you give him more respect than this!”
“My father can eat my ass. He doesn’t deserve respect when he let Avina die.” All that bullshit, saving them, getting kicked out of the Army, was for nothing. Avina died months later because of an infection that my father refused to have looked at because she was “impure.” He didn’t give a fuck that she was raped for months. He let her die from infection and fever, saying it was her punishment from God. I never even got to see her again because my father wouldn’t let me step foot in Israel. With Mossad being a top Israeli intelligence agency, there’s no way I would have even been able to sneak in to see her. All I got was a terse voicemail telling me my sister was dead.
“You know why that had to happen.”
I lean back in the chair, no longer willing to talk. My mind is on Jason, Kira, and my team. My only hope is that he’s bluffing and they’re all safe. That Jason got away, my team didn’t do something as stupid as bringing Kira to look for me, and they called Axel for help. With me out of commission, it would have put Keon in charge. He’s level-headed, and I have to believe he made the right call.
Abraham nods. “I figured you’d make this difficult. Take him back.”
“Why don’t you just show me proof?” The guards roughly undo my cuffs from the table and start marching me from the room. “SHOW ME PROOF!” I yell, struggling in their hold. “SHOW ME, YOU PUSSY!”
I struggle all the way back to the hallway where my cell is, except they push me into a room with a chair in the middle.Shit.They shove me in it, quickly undo my cuffs, and snap them back on with my arms behind my back. My legs are strapped secondslater, and one of the guards stands up. He flips a phone around, and I almost throw up. Jason is curled up on a dirty mattress, unconscious. “What did you do to him? Where is he?” He has a heart condition, and he can’t handle it if they dosed him with something to knock him out.Fuck!If his heart rate dropped, and the guys were alerted, there’s no doubt that they took off to his rescue, thinking the worst. “WHERE IS HE?!” My voice raises to deafening levels, but I can’t pull my temper back in. The lid I normally put on it so I don’t show my enemies my weaknesses is gone. “WHERE IS HE?!” I start jerking in the chair, trying to get my arms free. I’ll rip my goddamn arm off to get to him.
The guard lashes out, punching me right in the face. “The rest of your team was in the building.” He hits me again, and my head flies back. “So was the girl.”
The five in the room start wailing on me. Punching anywhere they can get a hit in. I have no way of getting away or blocking them. My heart is already breaking. Is my team really gone? Kira? Does that mean Jason is next? The chair tips over, and they start kicking. There’s no way they’ll let Jason live. They showed me proof, and if they have him, that means everything else is true. Everyone is dead. I let my mind be swallowed by the grief because it’s all my fucking fault. I knew one day my father would come for me, and I ignored it. Now they took my family from me. One of the guards kicks me so hard in the face that it makes my vision waiver.
So, I let the darkness take me.
