Page 66 of The Truths that Deceive

But occasionally I’d throw something in there to test, nothing much, but always coded.

“You can give them this.” I lean in and put my mouth to his ear, trying not to breathe in his intoxicating scent. Then I whisper the cloud address and the password.

He kisses me again. “Calista, I could fuck you.”

“It’s just a kiss.”

“Then later.” He rests his forehead against mine. “Whatever happ—” Smith stops. “Thank you.”

He pushes himself up and then bangs on the door. “Got it.”

It opens and the brute looks at me and licks his thick lips before dragging Smith out. I leap up and punch the door the moment it slams and locks.

Did he play me? Again? Or is he buying time? And how the hell are we supposed to get out of here if we give them what they think they want?

The door opens again. I stumble back and two men grab me. They’re also big, and they speak the dialect of Bolivian.

At first I think they’re taking me out of there, but they shove me back into the room and onto the floor. I land with a thud, pain and shock ricocheting through my ass.

One of them grins down at me, uglier than the brute, and the other kneels behind me, pulling me down.

It takes a moment before I start to struggle. A moment before I get what they plan to do next.

Then the panic and the fury bubbles and spits. I kick at the grinning one while trying to kick the other one off me.

“Let me go!” I say.

He dodges my leg and unbuckles his pants and says in English, “I don’t understand.”

“Bastard.” I twist out of his grip, kicking again. I manage to hit him just shy of the balls. He grunts and waves a hand at his friend who has my top half pinned down.

He punches me, and for a moment everything is numb. Ringing.

Something hits my face, soft, stinking, and I shriek. The one pinning me down pulled out his dick.

Oh fuck. He’s hard. It’s not that huge but it’s big enough, and I don’t want it anywhere near me. He drops, sitting on my legs, and he reaches up to pull my pants down.

“No!” I scream and try to lift my arms so I can grab the cock that’s rubbing on my face, getting harder by the millisecond. I just need to grab it and try and gouge it, twist it, cause the fucker some intense pain. But he’s on my shoulders and upper arms, and I’m locked down.

Tears run down my cheeks in puddles as I try to throw them off. Pleading, angry words pour forth.

The one at my feet has his hands hooked in my pants now and has them down to my ankles.

“No, please, no,” I whimper, my body locked tight against the ground with no lifeline to grasp on to.

And no one coming to save me.

Chapter 19

Smith

Idon’t think. I don’t even breathe. I just shoot.

Both the motherfuckers who are on top of Calista crumple to the floor.

The one who was trying to get into her pants—literally—is now slumped on her legs. She kicks the lifeless sack of raping shit off her and struggles to get up. I pull her to her feet, trying to check her over, needing to make sure she’s okay.

“Calista—”

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