Merda,I curse in my mind.
“How dare you?” he says arrogantly. “How dare you attack me, you foolish woman?”
Now, it is my time to chuckle.
“I am not attacking you,” I say. “I am bringing death, and I am taking over.”
“You are not taking over,” he says, and his rich laughter rolls over me. “Because she is.” And he points at the girl.
I cannot believe what I just heard. Her. So she knew. She was meant to take over. And she played us the entire time. Murderous rage burns through me.
“Why strap her to the table then?” asks Kat.
“Well,” he says and looks me dead in the eye in his pride. “An heir is needed.”
Kat shifts very, very carefully further to the side. She has a plan, and I know I have to distract him.
“You fucked her?!” I shout exaggeratedly to make him focus his attention on me. His dead eyes flicker in amusement. And I don’t know what happens, maybe it was Kat’s words that made her a human being to me, but seeing her in the same position I have once been in—a heavy sinking feeling stirs in my stomach. One, I cannot allow.
A downward grin of pride appears on his face.
At that moment, Kat shoots. I hear it, see it. A precision shot that rips off his thumb that was hovering about the button for the detonator. He screams. Blood is spraying. She lounges for him, grabs his arm, takes the detonator and within a second, he is on the ground, in her lock. It is not easy to wrestle down a man of his size, but she knows her stuff.
Damn, this woman.
Kat turns her head and grins at me.
“Well, that was fun,” she says.
I lower my gun and walk over to her.
“Who’s laughing now, bastardo?” I say, and kick him in the face.
There are cable ties on the table next to the girl, and I give Kat some, so she can fix him up.
“Now, you,” I say to the girl. “You thought you could play me. But I told you I’d come for you.”
She just lies there, her eyes empty.
She opens her mouth and whispers something.
I lean in to hear.
“I know where he buried him,” she whispers. “Your son.”
My body freezes. The body I have never found.
“Tell me where,” I whisper back, in shock, completely forgetting the world around me.
“Where it all began,” she says weakly, and no more words come. I want to grab her, shake her.
I cut the cable ties on her legs, walk around and remove the first cable tie from the girl’s wrist, waiting to see if she does anything, but she just lies there, like drugged. Maybe she is. Maybe she is hallucinating. I have seen girls like her before; it’s when they have been broken so far that it takes their soul. I know the feeling. Because I was her when I was sixteen.
Suddenly, a very bad feeling crawls up on me.
I turn to the door, but it is too late.
Kat shoots and dives into the cover of the desk, but we both know there are too many. My knife falls down as I pull both guns. Who am I not trying?
