This is where the snooze fest begins. I can barely contain an eye roll behind my mask.
“Let’s start with the missing official. Ravencourt?”
My father clears his throat. “A deputy intelligence director vanished last night. No ransom note. No messages. Just gone.”
“He knew about the island,” says Maverick’s father in that distinctive voice of his.
A shiver runs through me at the mention of that place.
Top secret.
Classified.
A place you wouldn’t believe existed.
I never want to set foot there.
“He knew everything. That’s why this is a problem.” There’s a strain in my father’s voice as he relays this damning information.
The chairman flips through his folder. “Think the rival society got him?” he asks.
I study my father, who shifts uneasily at the mention of our rival society. “Possibly. Or someone else is poking around in our old secrets.”
“Let’s hope that’s not the case. We need our best men on this. If they’ve got him, they’ll torture information out of him, and we can’t let that happen.”
I let my thoughts drift as they discuss an orchestrated violent event that went wrong and a private bank under investigation.
This shit is fucking tedious.
My mind wanders back to how Jessica slept on my chest last night.
How right it felt.
I’ve never spent the night with a woman before.
Never wanted to.
But it’s different with Jessica, and I find myself thinking of all the ways I can make her bend to my will. God, I love the erotic expression on her face when she’s taking my cock.
The way her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she begs for more.
And more.
Over and over.
A sudden hiss jolts me from my thoughts, and I look over to see four robed men with sacks over their heads being herded to the center of the room. The guards who dragged them into the room shove them to the ground and force them to kneel.
“Gentlemen,” the chairman says, addressing us. “Today is a test of loyalty. Take your places behind the kneeling traitors.”
Here we go. I was waiting for this. That, and the fact that we are never allowed to leave without some calculated act of violence designed to strip away our empathy and humanity.
Goal achieved years ago.
Chairs scrape on the stone floor, and we step behind the kneeling men. The sacks and robes hide their identities, but they’re definitely men, judging by their broad builds.
One of them is choking back frightened sobs, but the others are quiet and resigned.
I take a position behind the sobbing fuck. The guard offers me his gun, and I snatch it from his hand. Let’s get this killing over with so I can find my girl. I don’t have all fucking day to play stupid games with senile men who should check their prostates.
