Page 7 of Allegiance

He laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

“Because men are being tortured in there. Let’s just say that I’m delivering you the best gift, and while I expect no reward, I think you’re going to see otherwise and uphold what you said earlier.”

That was interesting.

Okay, color him intrigued.

“Now, you have to show me,” he said, as the man could barely stand still.

Yeah, it was going to be good.

He’d bet on it.

When Cruz opened the door in the barely lit room, he saw four shirtless men hanging from the ceiling by their wrists. Their feet barely touched the floor as they were being beaten on by the other men.

What was this?

He walked in, and as he looked around, at first, he wasn’t sure who these men were, or why they were receiving this torture.

“Did someone steal from me?” he asked Cruz.

The man just laughed.

As he did, someone took a cattle prod, and a shit ton of electricity, and drove it into the one man’s side.

He screamed in pain.

Chevy had heard that voice before, and while it took a second, he placed it now.

“You’re welcome,” Cruz said, as he walked over to the man who was being tortured, grabbed him by his wet hair, and lifted his head.

And that’s when Chevy saw it.

Oh, this was a long time coming.

This was something he dreamed about each and every day of his life. He wanted this man’s head on a silver platter, and it appeared that he’d been given that gift.

They took out the Major.

And now, they were about to take out her Captain.

SPECTACULARLY.

He began laughing.

“Oh, Jagger Armstrong, you seem to be in a shitty predicament. It’s been a while, my old friend,” he said. “Welcome to my secret bastion of safety.”

Jagger spit out red-tinged spittle and stared at the man as there was blood dripping down his battered face.

But he said nothing.

NOT.

AT.

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