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Clark was still wobbling on his hands and knees with blood pouring from a massive cut on his head over his cheeks. The look of absolute horror on his face confirmed he was conscious enough to know he was fucked.
Tyler simultaneously kicked him and wrestled the gun from him.
Clark flopped onto his back, and his eyes rolled like he was trying to find his brain.
Tyler flipped off Clark’s baseball cap and tossed it over the cliff. With the gun aimed at Clark’s head, he fished through Clark’s pockets.
He pulled out a protein bar and handed it to me. “Eat.”
No argument from me. As I tore the packet open and took a bite, Tyler tossed more items onto the dirt: a tactical knife, flashlight, cable ties, gaffer tape, glow sticks, several clips of ammunition, and two water bottles. He handed a bottle to me, and as I gulped the cool liquid, Tyler rolled Clark onto his back and yanked three cable ties onto his wrists.
Tyler stood and turned to me. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Told you that would work.”
Grinning at my hero, I waggled my boobs.
Laughing, he wrapped his arm over my shoulder and kissed the scar on my forehead. “You’re incredible.”
“Me or these.” I thrust out my chest.
He chuckled. “Both.”
He pulled my bikini top from his shorts pocket and handed it to me.
I took it and gave him the remaining half of the protein bar and he devoured it in two bites.
As I tied my bikini back in place, Tyler grabbed Clark by the shoulder and hip and flipped him onto his back. “Hey, dickhead. Who do you work for?”
Sucking air through clenched teeth, Clark hissed, “You two are dead.”
“Doesn’t look like it. Your mate is, though.”
Clark’s gaze shifted toward the edge.
“Answer me. Who do you work for?” Tyler stomped on the bastard’s knee.
Clark half howled in pain, half roared in anger. Then he clamped his jaw like he was determined not to talk.
“I can do this all night.” Tyler kicked the same knee.
“Fuck off,” Clark yelled so hard spit landed on his chin.
I sat with my back against the other boulder, ready to watch Tyler in action. We’d waited long enough for answers.
Tyler reached for the beeping device and smacked it into Clark’s nose. “What’s on the device?”
“Fuck you.”
“Wrong answer.” Tyler picked up the gun and aimed it at Clark’s knee. “What’s on the device?”
Clark pulled his knee away and shuffled back. “I don’t know!”
Tyler turned to me and cocked an eyebrow. We were both battered and bruised, but when he looked at me, the air between us came alive.
He turned back to Clark and squatted, but kept the gun aimed at Clark’s head. “You’re going to jail for a very long time.”
Clark shook his head. “I’ll be dead before I’m behind bars.”
