“You’re just jealous no one has fucked you that thoroughly before.”
“That is true. I’ll give you that one.” She whistles. “Nice ass on that man.”
I laugh at her honesty.
But then she tightens her grip on my hair and yanks my head back. With her other hand, she moves the pliers swiftly to my right eye.
Son of a bitch.
She’s going to make me a pirate. Eye patches clash with everything.
“Arrr!” I squawk at her suddenly, shaking her concentration and making the pliers move away for a few seconds.
She shakes my hair again, jostling me around like a tambourine. Her grip is too far from the roots to be pleasurable. She’d make a terrible Domme.
“Quiet, bitch. Unless you’re telling me where to find Savin, then shut the fuck up.”
“I was practicing my pirate roar since you’re taking my eye,” I spit out.
She grunts in annoyance, sending a sick thrill through me at being able to ruffle her feathers.
My sassy mouth is buying time. This is working. I need to keep that shit up. I’ll make her think I’m going to tell her about Savin’s location.
“Okay, I’m ready to talk,” I blurt out.
She lowers the pliers as a grin slithers across her face.
Somethingbarelypenetrates my panic hysteria. Unless I’m mistaken, that’s the sound of tires on gravel.
Son of a bitch. The Russians are here.
And as they would say,blyat.
English translation: Fuck.
Chapter50
Take the shot
KLEIN
Tomer’s voice sails crisply through the SUV speakers, flat and monotone. “Head north on Myrtle Avenue. She seems to be moving in that general direction. Stand by for more.”
He’s tracking Lisa’s car on traffic cams from HQ and relaying directions to us. Best he can tell, we’re about fifteen minutes behind them.
Unlike the last rescue mission we were on, Tomer’s calm and steady. Knowing he’s running the op reduces my tension.
A very tiny little fucking bit.
“Careful, dammit.Ouch!” Tony squeals.
What a little bitch.
And that opinion is only 50 percent due to my jealousy over his past with Mia.
Sawyer releases his death grip on Tony once he’s cuffed his good wrist to the oh-shit handle in the last row of the SUV. Considering his other wrist is likely broken, we’re not expecting him to be able to do much with it. He’s cuddling it close to his chest.
Precisely the way a little bitch would.