Page 7 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part two
Abraham’s face turns red with anger, and he pushes the barrel harder against Jason’s temple. “You don’t think I’ve toldhim that? You don’t think that I’ve told him to let me kill you and get it over with? He only wants you to carry on the legacy. He won’t have it any other way. Now, you don’t leave me any choice.”
Abraham looks at Jason, and I explode away from the guards. I tuck my shoulder and slam right into him. He pulls back and punches me right in the nose again. My head snaps back, and he swings the gun back up, aiming at Jason. I jump in front of him right when he pulls the trigger, and it rips right through my shoulder.
“Shit,” I groan, staggering back a step.
“Ari!” Jason calls out when I hit my knees, and I turn to look at him, relieved that he’s in one piece.
Abraham crouches in front of me, anger in his eyes. I pull my head back and slam it forward, head butting him right in the face. He screams in pain, grabbing his nose. “Lock him up,” Abraham barks. “Put them in the same room. Make the faggot watch you beat the fuck out of him.”
The guard jerks me up by my injured arm, and I bite my tongue so I don’t make a noise. I’m not giving Abraham the satisfaction. They lead us back to the cells, open one, and shove us in. The door is slammed and locked before I even get the chance to turn around.
“Ari,” Jason says, racing over to me. His hands flutter around me, having no idea where to start. “Tell me what to do.”
I sit heavily on the cot, sweat pouring down my face. “You need to see if there’s an exit wound.”
Jason rushes around me and hisses when he looks at the back of my shoulder. “There is. You’re bleeding really bad.”
I don’t have the heart to tell him that I already know that since I can feel it dripping down my arm. “I need you to put pressure on it.”
Jason whips his shirt off without a second thought and pushes it against the wound. I wince, and he immediately starts apologizing. “I’m so sorry. For everything. I should have called the guys before I went in.”
“Sit down, Sweet cheeks.” Jason gingerly sits beside me, still holding pressure. “None of this is your fault. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I shouldn’t have gone to your apartment without backup. I didn’t take the threat seriously enough and got us both in trouble.” I take a deep breath. “I need you to help me get out of these cuffs.”
“What?” Jason hisses. “Do you not remember what just happened?”
“Do you want to sit here and watch them torture me? I’m not giving up without a fight.”
“I know you can’t see your face, but it’s bad. Like, really bad, and you have a bullet wound! We can’t get out of here alone. They’ll come save us.”
“I don’t know if they’re coming,” I admit. “They cut my tracker out, so they have no way to find us. Even if they do find us, it’s almost impossible to break into a military prison.”
“The military is doing this to you?”
I sigh and turn slightly so I can see him. “Not your military. My military. My father is the director of Mossad.”
“That’s a real thing?”
I bark a laugh. “Very real, and I put you right in the middle. I’ll forever hate myself for that, Sweet cheeks.”
Every emotion passes across his face, but determination takes over. “We can’t control who our parents are, Ari.I love you. No matter what. We aren’t dying here. Tell me how to get you out of the cuffs.”
“How loose are the cuffs?”
Jason pokes around, sliding two fingers underneath them. “Pretty loose.”
“Will they slide off?”
Jason pulls on the one that’s not attached to my injured arm. “Maybe?”
“Good. Pull it.”
“Ari—”
“Just pull it. It will hurt like a bitch, but I can’t do anything with my arms behind my back.” I kiss the frown line between his brows. “I love you, too.” Jason starts with my uninjured arm and tugs. I pull against him, and feel it scrape my skin. “Keep going,” I encourage when he pauses. “Harder.”
Jason grabs my arm above the cuff and yanks at the same time that I pull. It slides off, and I gently pull my other arm in front of me. I stare at it, already knowing this is going to fucking hurt.
Taking several steadying breaths, I grab the cuff in a tight grip and yank. It comes off, but fire rips down my arm, and I sway to the side.
