Page 13 of Haze of Obedience
There's a Jeep, and he puts me in the back seat.
I grab onto his neck. "Don't make me go back to them. Please."
His forehead wrinkles. "Ma'am, I'm taking you to safety. No one is going to harm you under my watch."
"Who do you work for?"
"Interpol."
"I...I don't know what that is."
"It's an International spy and rescue organization."
"The Global Leaders run it?"
He tilts his head. "Global Leaders?"
"Yes. They run everything."
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're talking about, but I can assure you that nothing bad will happen to you while you're under my protection."
"Your protection?"
"Yes."
"Do you work for Torres?"
"The Belizean drug lord?"
"Yes." I swallow the thick lump forming in my throat. "Please don't make me go back to him."
"Ma'am, I'm not delivering you to any drug lord."
There's a rustling in the woods, and the man pulls his gun out then puts it down. He leans over me, and his scent once again flares in my nostrils, stirring something in my core I've not felt in years.
I wish I could see the rest of his face.
"What are you doing?"
He buckles me into the seat. "This road is bumpy." He jumps in the driver's seat as Vanessa arrives.
Another man puts her down next to me, then buckles her in. We take off down the road as gunshots ring through the air.
The man who came with Vanessa tells us to get down and stands up with his gun aimed out the roof.
Vanessa and I huddle down, holding each other's hands and shaking.
We arrive at a camp, and Vanessa's guy removes her from the Jeep and takes her into a tent.
The guy who carried me reaches over my lap to release my belt, and his sexy scent once again fills the air.
It makes me uncomfortable. One thing I've learned is men are trouble, and nothing good can come of them. They only take what they want, and the last thing I need is another man in my life messing with my head.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Releasing your belt."
"I can do that myself," I snap.
