Deadly Game
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Take him out, Jack, if you get the chance.
Jack briefly laid his head on his arm. His brother’s emotions swamped him at times; then he’d recover, pull back, and regroup. But Ken was at a boiling point. Roger that. Is Mari organizing the women?
Ken reached out to Mari. Hey, baby. How you doing? It’s a great day for freedom.
There was a short silence while he counted his heartbeats. Yes, it is. There was a smile in her voice. Everyone’s excited. I’ve cautioned them about telling anyone the new escape route, and they’re waiting for the word. Her voice dropped an octave, the sound brushing like velvet on the walls of his mind and stirring his body in spite of the cramped, uncomfortable quarters. I can’t wait to be with you in your home.
Ken closed his eyes and allowed that breathy, sexy sound to wash over and through him. He could admit, there with the walls closing in on him and the dark surrounding him, that he had fallen hard for Marigold. It had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the emotion threatening to choke him. He would continue to deny it, but right now, in this place, with her soul brushing against his, and cement walls separating them, he admitted it. “I love you more than life, woman.”
He swallowed and leaned his head against the concrete blocks. I can’t wait for us to be there together either.
Mari’s softness vanished and she got down to business. Whitney grabbed Rose. She’s the one who was afraid she might have conceived. He has us pee in a cup every morning, so if she is, he knows it. He’s going to hold her over our heads while the senator is here, to keep us in line.
Ken rubbed his throbbing temples. There were so many threads, and he had to pull off a precision escape to get all the women out. Don’t worry about her. If he knows she’s pregnant, he grabbed her in case you all manage an escape. My guess is Sean tipped him off to what you’re all planning, and he doesn’t want to take a chance on losing her. Do you know where she’s being held?
The man who is paired with her is named Kane. He’s with her. Rose thinks he’ll help, but I’m afraid for her, and I have no idea where she is.
Damn it. This is getting complicated. I have to get back to Jack, hon. Hang in there. Ken swore again, rubbing his hand over his face. You get that, Jack?
Yeah, I got it. I say screw waiting for the senator. The waters are getting murkier. Grab your woman and let’s get the hell out of Dodge. Jack sounded decisive.
Ken had been contemplating precisely that all morning. He had reluctantly left Mari right before the guard came with her food. She hadn’t even clung to him. There was no last kiss, no protests, and no tears. She simply watched him sneak away, like a thief in the night. It shamed him to leave her there. He had made love to her and left his prints on her. The sex had been rough and wild. She had given him everything she was, and he had just left her there in that cage.
He despised himself. What kind of man would do that? None. Monsters did that. Sick, depraved men who didn’t respect a woman. He hit the back of his head against the cement wall and felt a burst of pain.
Cool it, bro, we’ve got company, Jack watched the small plane circle above their heads and begin descent. The senator is arriving. Jesse did some digging, and he thinks Whitney could have as many as twenty supersoldiers in his employ. Another psychic test was given out about six months ago.
Ken swore softly. There was no stopping Whitney. You know, Jack, Whitney isn’t just a mad scientist conducting illegal experiments. He has too much help and he’s too well covered. He’s up to something far bigger than we ever imagined. And he can’t be alone in this like we all thought.
The plane is down. I see two men getting off. Neither is familiar. Jack crawled through the thick foliage for a better view. He adjusted the viewfinder. Nope, I don’t recognize any of them, but Violet knows them. She’s acting very comfortable with them. Whoever they are, they’re GhostWalkers. They’re covering the senator like a blanket.
Ken hated being trapped inside the walls, unable to see for himself what was going on. He didn’t trust Violet at all. He wanted to get Mari out. His goal had narrowed to one person.
We’ve got trouble, Ken. Sniper lying up in the trees about a hundred and fifty yards from me. Oh yeah. I recognize that son of a bitch. Remember Mitch? Big guy, smart mouth. Thought he could take the instructor and ended up staying in bed for a week? He’s got to be one of Whitney’s supersoldiers.
Jack watched the woman walking beside the senator. She looked confident and tough. Her gaze was restless, searching the trees and bluffs, and twice she said something to one of the senator’s guards and he immediately moved a step or two to further blanket her husband. Senator Freeman reached out and took Violet’s hand even as he nodded and smiled, clearly feeling as though he was safe.
There’s no way the senator and Violet believe that Whitney put a hit out on him, Jack reported. They’re walking in like they own the place. They’re cautious, but not ‘we’re f**ked’ cautious.
And Violet thinks she’s safe because she managed to get her own team in place. The senator must have been the one who tapped someone at the top to change the team, Ken concluded.
Mari’s got to warn them, Ken.
Ken rested his head in his hands. He didn’t want to have Mari get in the middle of Whitney and the senator’s battle. And she would.
There was deep affection in Mari’s voice when she spoke of Violet. She obviously thought of the woman as family. And if Mari got in the middle of Whitney’s fight with the senator, her chances of survival took a sharp downturn. Whitney already disliked her. She was a rebel and stirred the other women to mutiny. If he decided to eliminate one of the women to keep the others in line, his most likely choice would be Mari.
If they’re walking in like they own the place—maybe they do. Maybe we have this all wrong, Jack. We know Freeman helped Whitney lure us to the Congo. Maybe they’re strutting because they have reason. Mari trusts Violet, but that doesn’t mean Violet’s not part of this whole thing. She could have sold out for money and power. People do it all the time. Fuck the senator and his wife, I’m not letting Mari risk her life for them.
Ken felt Mari stirring in his mind. Violet says they’re on their way up.
Don’t you tell her anything, Mari, about your escape plans, Ken cautioned. Think of the other women. I’ll be monitoring the conversation, so don’t worry about relaying me information.
Senator Ed Freeman and his wife, Violet, entered the facility, flanked by the security team. Mari, we’re going to come talk to you about things and then Ed will straighten everything out with Dr. Whitney. Violet’s voice was calm, controlled, and very confident.
We want out of this facility, Violet.
There was a slight hesitation on Violet’s part, but when she replied, her voice was even smoother. Ed is going to try to help. I told him about the breeding program and he thinks it’s appalling. He’s ashamed he ever helped Whitney.
Mari pulled back abruptly. On some level she had known, but the confirmation of the senator’s complicity still shocked her. What did he do for Whitney?
There was a small silence. He didn’t know about us, Mari.
Don’t make excuses; just tell me what he did.
Violet sighed, clearly reluctant. He was on the appropriations committee and kept Whitney well funded.
And . . . , Mari prompted.
Violet was silent for another long moment. Ken’s stomach hardened into knots. He resisted sending another warning to Mari.
Mari, we’re here to help you. This is unnecessary.
Maybe to you. I don’t think you’re all that safe, Violet. You and your husband may be the ones needing help. You’ve been away from Whitney a long time.
What does that mean? What do you know?
Mari caught the impression of Violet striding down a narrow hall, suddenly looking around herself warily. Answer me, Violet, or you’re on your own.
Damn it, Mari. We came here to help you. Violet hesitated again and then capitulated. He helped Whitney draw a couple of GhostWalkers to the Congo for some experiment he was conducting. Ed didn’t bother to ask what it was. He just was the bait to draw the men there. In return, Whitney and the others put him in a good position for the vice-presidential candidacy.
Mari’s stomach heaved. She knew Ken was listening, felt him go very still. She desperately wanted to wrap her arms around him.
Was he aware that the man who went to rescue him was captured and tortured? That Ekabela was waiting for him? Violet, he had to have known, and he led them there anyway in order to get a better political position.
I know. It was a terrible thing to do, and he regrets it. I’ve talked to him, made him see what a monster Whitney is.
Mari closed her eyes. Ed Freeman was directly responsible for Ken’s capture and torture by Ekabela. Ken had gone to the Congo to rescue the senator. He’d literally put his life on the line to save him. And Freeman betrayed him for a place on the vice-presidential ballot. Neither Violet nor her husband could possibly conceive of the damage Ed Freeman had done to Ken—damage that would last a lifetime. It sickened Mari that Violet could love such a man.
Ken considered himself a monster. He feared the violence in himself, but Mari knew one Ken was worth a million Ed Freemans. Ken would never, under any circumstances, deliver another man to the enemy, especially knowing how bloodthirsty and brutal Ekabela was. Everyone knew his reputation for genocide, for torture, for the mass murder of opposing forces. Yet Whitney had made a deal with him, and Senator Ed Freeman had gone along with that deal to further his political career. She was suddenly very suspicious that if Freeman was capable of betraying a soldier for political gain—he just might have his own agenda coming here to this place.
Mari broke off contact with Violet. Ken, I’m so sorry you had to hear that.
I’m all right, baby.
But he wasn’t. She knew he wasn’t. Tears for him burned her eyes. Ed Freeman is an ass**le, Ken, and Violet’s an idiot if she really could love a man like that. I’m not sure what to say to them.
It’s a trap, Mari. I don’t know what they expect to get out of this visit, but they want something, and it isn’t to get you and the other women out. Warn the others not to talk to her at all, not to give out any information.
They won’t. Mari could feel Violet tugging at her mind, trying to open the pathway between them. Mari kept her out, but it wasn’t easy. Her head pounded, and she felt the thin trickle of blood at her ear.
Tell me what you want to do, baby.
She made up her mind. They had to go now. Whatever was happening, they couldn’t wait, they had to try to make their escape.
Ken, get to the other women and get their cells unlocked. Do it now!
Roger that. I’ll give Jack the word they’re coming out.
Violet shoved hard at her mind and Mari let her in. Mari, honey, I’m afraid for you. Dr. Whitney seemed really upset with you. He didn’t want Ed talking to you. He offered to allow him access to all the other women, but I convinced him to insist on speaking with you.
Mari sank down onto her cot, slamming her mind closed again to Violet. Ken, Violet is well aware any of the women could tell her husband what’s going on here. This isn’t about the superbaby program, that’s for sure.
We’re going with your instincts, sweetheart. I’ve got your back.
Mari let her breath out. Of course he did. Ken could be counted on. Get the cells open fast before Whitney pulls his ace out of the hole. Violet’s playing with a cobra and she’s bound to get bitten.
The little group came around the corner, Senator Freeman and Violet surrounded by her security team, Whitney leading the way, and, to her disgust, Sean walking beside Whitney.
Whitney stopped in front of her cell, that same little half smile on his face. “The senator would like a word with you, Mari.”
She stepped back away from the cell door, glancing at Sean. His gaze was on the smudge marks and strawberry on her throat and going lower below the neckline of her blouse. There was satisfaction in his expression, and she realized he believed she had cooperated with him and he had been the one to leave marks of possession on her body. For some reason, that embarrassed her and she found it much more difficult to face Violet and her husband.