Page 62 of Greed
White cloud surrounded her, creating a screen that blocked her vision. She stilled. With her sight compromised, the sounds grew louder, echoing around her. Men grunting, hitting, fighting and echoing off the walls. A man screamed. Oh God. That was closer than she thought.
Lilo’s heart rate picked up, and her nerves sparked, wanting to breathe faster, but she choked. She covered her mouth with her sleeve. The chemicals made her eyes water.
Someone yanked her. She tumbled to the side, tripped, and fell into powerful leather clad arms. Horror seized her as she looked into the face of one of the Deadly Seven.
Blue face mask.
She’d seen two of them fighting. Two Greeds. One good, one evil. Which one was this?
Holy mother of mercy.
With barely time to register blue stern eyes, she was hauled over a shoulder and moving, bouncing through the smoke at an alarmingly fast pace.
“Let me go!” She thumped him on his back as they burst out of the warehouse and into the alley.
He kept jogging.
But there was no way she’d go down without a fight. She still had her cattle prod and shoved it into his leg, aiming for behind his knee. A buzzing sound exploded. He staggered, let loose a strangled growl that set her hairs on edge, but didn’t let go.
He kept jogging.
She screamed and thumped as they bounced along. She thrashed and writhed. She went for his thigh again, but the prod whipped out of her hand and skittered to the floor. It was as though someone had pulled it on a string. No! She could cry. It got smaller as the distance grew between them.
That was her last weapon.
Her last line of defense.
No, that wasn’t entirely true, she still had her fists. She twisted to use them on him, aiming for the head.
“Stop,” he growled, but his voice was wrong, all distorted and computerized.
“I’ll stop when you let me go.” Her punches glanced off his hard back, butt and thighs. What the hell was this guy made of, granite? She was more likely to break her fists than him.
But she wouldn’t give up.
She tried to pinch. Surely there had to be some soft skin somewhere.
Nope.
Another guttural growl, a grunt, and then they shouldered through a door and into a dark, dank smelling room.
No! No, no, no.
She would not be locked in a room with this man. He killed her cousin, he shot Griffin, he was a murderer. She knew this with all certainty because the real Greed wouldn’t kidnap her, would he? Surely he’d be back there fighting. The real Deadly Seven were good. She’d stake her unicorn story on it.
Her brain shot into her stomach as he flipped her from his shoulder and pushed her into a wall. Oh, God. The room swayed. She almost vomited.
“Stop fighting me.”
“Never,” she gasped and swung wide, but it was like one of those childish games when they turn you around and around and then you have to try to walk a straight line. She couldn’t do anything. The man in front of her swirled.
“Relax.” A hand steadied her.
No! “Don’t touch me,” she slurred.
Her kidnapper watched patiently as her dizziness abated, and she became aware of a buzzing, flickering light behind him, a globe dangling from a cord.
When she brought her attention back to the man, cold, hard eyes peered back at her. Killer! He grappled her flying fists and flattened her against the wall with his body.
