First, he insulted Voodoo, and now he wanted to assault her. Would he still feel the same way if he knew what she’d done to the last man who stuck his penis where it wasn't wanted?
Laughing amongst themselves, it was clear neither man viewed her as a threat, but as they drove, talking about what they’d like to do to herif given a chance, she watched the side of the road like a hawk. It was dark, but she knew there were declines everywhere like the one she’d fallen down earlier.
When she noticed that the trees were falling away, indicating a drop, Indigo let the anger fuel her. With her hands behind her back, she couldn’t use them, but she had her mouth, and she’d much rather use it to help her escape than pleasure one of her captors.
Surging forward, she sank her teeth into burning man’s neck, making him shriek. Since she refused to let go, he had no choice but to remove his hands from the steering wheel to try to get her off, causing the car to swerve wildly.
Then they were zooming down an embankment.
Only then did Indigo release her grip and drop down between her seat and the driver’s one as she braced for impact.
Chapter
Thirteen
January 25th
12:01 A.M.
This had actually worked.
His crazy idea to pretend to be one of the guards had gotten him access to a small facility where he knew for a fact they were keeping Indigo.
The reason Voodoo knew this was because not long after he’d climbed into the vehicle with the dead body of one of the guards he’d killed propped up beside him, an order had come over the radio.
It was calling in any and all men still alive to fall back to base because it was time to implement the plan. While there had been no details on what exactly the plan was, Voodoo was pretty sure he could make an accurate guess.
Dr. Gardner had Indigo back.
Dr. Gardner knew that some or all of the team were out there somewhere in the forest.
Using Indigo as bait to try to lure them all into a trapwould make the most sense. That way, the scientist would have all his living test subjects back under his control. They knew from Whitney what the long-term plan for himself and his team was. The doctor was going to undo what he’d done, study them, then do it all over again, which Whitney didn't believe they could survive. If she was wrong and they did, then Dr. Gardner would once again want to use them as his own personal kill team.
What was the long-term plan for Indigo?
Of course, she could be trained, but he doubted she would ever have the same skills that he and his team did. They had originally entered the military voluntarily, they’d chosen that path for themselves, even if they could never have expected where it would lead. But Indigo had been surrounded by violence her entire life. Wanting to learn how to defend herself didn't mean that she wanted to become a killer like the rest of them. Nor did he want that for her.
In the end, it didn't matter what the insane scientist with delusions of grandeur wanted, because he wasn't going to get it.
Not only was Dr. Gardner never going to get his hands on him and his team, but they were going to get Indigo back. He’d promised her a future that could be anything she wanted it to be—although he’d been clear about what he hoped she would choose—and he wasn't going to break that promise.
So he’d followed the GPS instructions to the small building, hanging back because he wanted to see how many other people had still been out there. Knowing how many men he and his team would be fighting against would make a huge difference in how they approached this.
Wouldn't change the outcome, though.
Especially when a mere two other vehicles approached with two men in each. That made four, plus there seemed to be another six hanging around the outside of the building. Ten against the six of them would be easy. Hell, he could take all ten on his own. Not until he knew Indigo’s position, but as soon as he did, he was making his move.
Arriving at the small camp, he’d nodded a greeting to the others, then grabbed one of the cigarettes from the pack in the center console ofthe vehicle and stood alone pretending he was smoking it while chatting to his friend inside the car.
That was a very one-sided conversation since the other guy was dead.
But it had allowed him to watch, stiffening when the door to the building opened and three figures moved out.
Three people, the one in the middle was much smaller than the other two.
His Indigo.
She was naked, and even though he was a good dozen yards away from her, he could see red welts dotting her chest.
