A flushing toilet jarred him awake. The faucet ran and then Abby made her way back to bed in the dawning light. Max pulled her close, warming her chilled limbs.
“It’s cold out there,” Abby said, burrowing under the covers. “If you need to pee, I suggest you hold it until the sun comes up.”
“I’m perfect just where I am, spooning your pretty ass.”
Abby snuggled in deeper, doing naughty things to his dick but he sobered quickly when his thumb ran over the scarred ridges branding her back.
“You can talk about it and I won’t splinter into a million pieces. I’ve lived with that scar for the past three years. It’s been part of my therapy and it’s now part of my soul.”
“Knowing what he did fucks with my head, I can’t imagine how you feel,” Max said.
“It doesn’t matter how I feel. It’s not going anywhere; the damage is permanent. I&
The following afternoon, Abby stepped back from the painting, pleased with her progress. So what if she’d been moping for the past twenty-four hours. At least she had an outlet for the heartache. The canvas was the best cure for despondency. Slapping paint onto a white surface was uniquely satisfying, giving her time to think. Shame pecked at her conscience when she thought back to the harsh words spoken in her epic moment of panic. An apology was needed. Could you buy a man flowers? That might not go down so well in the alpha dojo across the street. Doubtful that they even owned a vase. Pride kept her anchored to the easel. Maybe sh
Two large suitcases and a carry-on bag. Abby stared at the packed luggage sitting in the corner of her room. That was all she could carry into their new life. Going back to the place she’d started out in this world felt terrifying; the last time she had been in the States was at the brash age of seventeen. She’d loved her time in South Africa. It was time to move on and new adventures started with a first step…and Djibouti.Abby asked Lizzy to come over that evening. It was time to tell her friend the truth and to say their goodbyes. Lizzy wouldn’t like the revelation, it could be the death of their friendship. A grim byproduct of the circumstances, but Lizzy needed to be warned she was a link to Josephine Abigail Evans that Khalid may u
Clear as day, Abby walked out of the café with Levi Bakal. Max’s earpiece came alive with Donnie’s voice. “They’re walking to Bakal’s car to see his new wallpaper. The red car, forward and to the left.” Max spotted it one aisle over. Abby’s design company was closed for business so what the hell was she doing? “Donnie, I want you out there. Do a loop to our vehicle, pretend to get something and then pull her back in.”“Copy.”
The rear door opened onto an alley. Johnny pulled Lizzy behind him as he cleared the area, leading her away from the café. The chatter of fire dropped off. The now infrequent pops meant that the threat was under control. She lagged behind.“Move, Lizzy, we’re getting out of here.” Johnny adjusted his earpiece. “Slater, do you read?” “Copy. Terminated eight tangos. No new unknowns located in the area. What’s your location and status?”“Both unharmed. Moving aro
A fucking container. They were in a container truck; clever bastards weren’t taking any chances. The steel box blocked any signal transmissions. The stifling shell was pimped out with iron shackles, welded to the sides and to the floor. An ankle and wrist were both secured, rendering him ineffective. They’d fastened Abby to the opposite wall. Too far away from him. So far she’d been treated well enough, without any roughhousing, and thankfully they’d given her water. Max needed out of the metal box for the transmitter to work, a breadcrumb for his team to follow. He estimated their journey time at around the two-hour mark. “I need
When they reached their destination, five guerrillas pulled Abby out and held her separately, boxing her in with AK47s being waved about. Roman stroked a gun across her temple and Max had no choice but to comply. The container was backed into an open door of a large structure, enclosed in thick concrete walls and a solid concrete roof with no windows. Of all his fucking luck, any signal would be blocked by the solid structure. If it were just him, Max would have already made a move. With Abby in the mix, saying it was complicated was a gross understatement.Max made his play. “I know where her son is.”
In any other circumstances, Abby would have found the game lodge beautiful; instead, the chilled air was infested with a greedy plague. A slight sound to the side of the dust path had her glancing to her left. A kudu bull sat quietly in the grass. Its twisted horns almost seemed to bow gracefully as the huge buck watched her walk by. Two zebras stood behind, their tails twitching in the dusky light. Stairs swept up to a wooden deck that led to the luxurious main lodge. An infinity pool draped off the side, the water tinkling in the night. The lodge’s massive framework held up a thatched roof. Contemporary African art and thick rugs were scattered among leather sofas and dark wood trimmings in the spacious living area.
Abby’s swollen bottom lip had Max on his feet.He pushed a water bottle into her hands. “Drink and eat the bread.”Two men followed behind. Muller the douche and Roman the prick.“Who hurt you?”“I’m okay. It’s you I’m worried about.”