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We don’t wait long before Damiano and Carlo come back. My boss shakes his head, then orders, “Let’s go. We’re wasting our time here.”
For a moment, I think about the girls who will be tortured and killed, but needing to focus on finding Eden, I climb back into the helicopter.
As the aircraft lifts into the sky, I stare out the window at the vast ocean, worried I might not get to my woman in time.
Damiano’s phone starts to ring, drawing my attention to him. I watch as he takes the device out and how his expression relaxes for a split second.
“I’m busy…No…No…”
Angelo and I stare at Damiano as we watch him on the call because that’s one ‘no’ too many for a man who only says it once before killing you.
“No…No…I know…Christ, I don’t have time for this,” he finally snaps. “Don’t call again.”
He hangs up, the frown on his forehead instantly turning darker.
“Who was that?” Angelo asks.
“No one,” Damiano mutters. “Carlo, take us back to land.”
“We don’t have a choice,” Carlo mumbles. “We need to fuel up if we’re going to continue searching.”
“I need to get to my system at my place,” I say. “We’re wasting time out here.”
Eden
I’m sitting on the floor, with my back to the wall where the other four women are standing.
The one with the blank stare whispered something in a language I’ve never heard, but it sounded like a prayer.
God. It’s me. Eden. Your least favorite child, seeing as you keep dumping shit all over me. If you’re listening, I’d really appreciate a break right about now.
I lift a hand and brush my fingers lightly over the bruises on my face and the massive bump on my head that feels like it’s the size of an egg.
When I came to, the man with the gun was gone, and so was the body. There’s blood on the floor, and I keep staring at it.
The door opens, and two armed men come in. They gesture with huge machine guns for us to come.
Where? Why?
Shit.
“Let me go,” one of the women starts to cry. “Please.”
My eyes dart between her and the men as I climb to my feet. I’m hit with a dizzy spell that makes the bile in my stomach churn.
One of the men aims his weapon at her and barks, “Shut the fuck up and come so you can piss and drink water.”
My body begins to tremble violently, and not wanting to die right here, I walk toward the door while keeping an eye on the men.
When I step into the hallway, there’s another armed man who nods for me to go into a restroom.
“Please,” I hear the other women beg, and I brace myself to hear a shot being fired. My skin tingles, and the trembling in my body gets worse.
“Leave the door open,” the man in the hallway orders. “Don’t try anything stupid.”
Walking into the small restroom, I have some cover by a wall. I quickly relieve myself before drinking as much water as I can handle. God knows when we’ll get something to drink again.
When I step into the hallway, I’m grabbed by my arm and shoved back into the room. Stumbling, I manage to keep my balance while shooting the asshole a glare.
