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“What’s it like seeing the world through such a demented mind? Not everyone is as fucked up as you are. In fact, I’m willing to betmostpeople aren’t,” I reply, swinging my hands around wildly as I talk. I’m overcome with anger toward him, but I know it won’t help me. The only thing I can do is pray he’ll believe me and not throw me off the train.
Orshootme. He mentioned he had already shot the guard.
God, I can’t believe I fucked such a lunatic!
Was that why the sex was so good?
“You’re clearly upset, and that’s normal for a person in your position,” he says, returning to a rather annoying level of calmness. “And since I’m not really the monster you make me out to be, I’m not going to kill you. I will wait until we’re in Texas…”
My heart leaps into my throat.
“And then you may go free,” he continues.
“Just like that?” I ask, hardly believing he could be telling the truth.
He waves his hand in the air like it’s nothing. “Just like that. I’m not in the business of taking hostages. Either I kill them, or I let them go, and you’re not really the type I’d kill.”
“Such a gentleman,” I reply sarcastically.
“Don’t test me. I can still make you suffer,” he warns, leaning in squeezing my shoulder again. His hand is warm, and it’s comforting despite him being the simultaneous source of my fear.
“I wouldn’t test you,” I say, but that’s a lie. I hold up my hands immediately after. “These cable ties are too tight. Can you take them off?”
“What did I just tell you?”
“I’m not testing you. If you cut off my circulation for twenty-four hours straight, my hands are going to fall off.”
He sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a silver blade. He cuts through the plastic easily, then tucks the blade back into his pocket. “Anything else I can do for you, princess?”
I look down at my feet. “Well, I can’t really walk like this.”
“I don’t want you running,” he snaps.
I look out the window at the cold, foggy air rushing past the train. Where would I run? I’ve already made it clear that I don’t want to be pushed off the train. That would put the baby and me in danger.
Jasha seems to realize that, too, after a moment, and pulls his blade out again, cutting the cable ties that bind my feet together. I’m tempted to spin around in my chair and swing one of my feet into his family jewels, but we’re not going to survive a full twenty-four hours together if I start fighting him again.
“Thanks,” I mutter, stretching my legs like I’ve been bound for days. “That’s better.”
He steps back, motioning for me to get up from the chair. “I don’t need you here at the controls. I’ll be keeping an eye on you in one of the cabins.”
“That’s not very safe,” I say as I climb out of my seat.
“I don’t care.”
I look back at the controls as I leave the room with him and wonder if he’s going to kill me when he realizes I set our route to go further north instead of south toward Texas. It’s too late to fix it now, but the prickle of regret has already begun to irritate the back of my neck.
As I walk out into the narrow hallway of the train with Jasha, I’m surprised to see nearly a dozen men standing idle there, all dressed in solid black and holding rifles. And here I was, thinking Jasha was acting on his own. As it turns out, he’s not the only lunatic I have to deal with.
“Never mind them,” Jasha says, ushering me into a first-class cabin. “They’re just here to make sure things go smoothly.”
“Probably not enough to take on the police,” I reply.
He slides the cabin door shut and looks at me with those vibrant green eyes of his, sending a chill through me in an already frigid room. “It’s not the police we have to worry about. It’s the Italians.”
“This has to be a joke.”
“Sit down,” he orders, placing his hand on my shoulder and pushing me down into my seat. He sits across from me, folding one leg over the other and leaning forward. “This isn’t a joke. The Italians are the ones who have you driving an empty passenger train across the country to begin with.”
