Page 43 of Dirty Tactics


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She swallowed hard.

They were coming for her.

“Where are you taking me?” she cried out, struggling against them.

They gripped her chains and brought her to her feet.

“Shut the hell up,” one growled.

Another clocked her on the back of the head with his fist. She let loose a cry, and stars filled her sight. Her arms were snatched behind her, and tears slid down her face. They handcuffed her and dragged her from the room.

Cries filled the room again as she disappeared. The women knew she wouldn’t be back and they would be chosen soon.

“Stand up, bitch,” the other one snapped, pulling her arms to where she could get her legs underneath her. Tears continued to flow down her face, and a sharp twinge radiated through her arm. She bit her lip, trying not to show pain or weakness.

They walked down a dark hallway littered with gang members yelling out lewd remarks as they passed them.

“Where are you taking me?” she mumbled, holding her head down.

“I said—”

She braced for another blow, but it never came.

“It’s all right, Taser. She wants to know, then we’ll tell her,” the smaller one cut off the one who had hit her.

Taser’s hand gripped her arm tighter, and she winced. She was sure there was some damage done to her shoulder. Pain pulsated from it, and she was convinced it had been pulled out of the socket.

“We are taking you to, Silas.”

Confusion filled her, and the image of Silas came to mind. Why would he kidnap her? They’d only had the one run-in before. She bit her lip thinking of what would become of her.

They led her through a door and into a makeshift office. They threw her to the floor. She released a cry, her knees meeting the cold hard slab.

“Here she is, Silas.”

Sarena glanced up and froze in place. A chill slid down her spine as she met the cold eyes of the man who sneered at her.

This was not the Silas she’d met.

No, this was not him at all.

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