LEFT-HANDED MONKEY WRENCH (OWENS PROTECTIVE SERVICES #18) BY GIULIA LAGOMARSINO – eBook Details Online
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MERCY
“Mercy!”
Elijah’s voice whispered across my skin, clinging to me like the sweat
currently slicking down my neck. I jerked upright, tugging at the bindings
around my wrists. I couldn’t feel my hands anymore as the blood drained
down from where they were secured over my head. It had been hours since
they’d last given us water, and with the oppressive heat swelling around us,
I was growing delusional.
That’s what I told myself as I started to envision Dwayne Johnson
storming through the straw doors of the hut and rescuing me.
“Mercy! Wake up!”
“I’m awake,” I hissed at Elijah. Note to self: never sleep with a
colleague. Particularly one that is sexy in a doctor sort of way, but has an
effeminate air to him, making him the worst person ever to be taken hostage
with.
“I think something’s happening,” he said urgently, his voice turning
panicked.
I refrained from rolling my eyes. What was the point? He couldn’t see
me in the dark anyway. “We were taken hostage. Of course something’s
happening.”
“I’m scared!”
“Christ,” I muttered under my breath, then cursed myself for using the
Lord’s name in vain. I wasn’t particularly religious, but now seemed like a
bad time to test religion in any sort of way, especially when I was being
held hostage by guerillas.
“Mercy, what if they kill us?”
“Then I guess I won’t have to hear you whine anymore,” I grumbled.
It wasn’t the most sympathetic response, but I was going on two weeks
in this hut with Elijah, and most of it consisted of me comforting him. It
was to the point that I wondered what had attracted me to him in the first
place. Sure, he was sweet and caring, not to mention great in bed, but a girl
needed a man’s man when in this type of situation. I didn’t want to have to
be the stronger of the two of us.
My head jerked up at the commotion outside the hut. Elijah was right,
something was going on. I jerked at the bindings around my wrists, even
though I knew it was pointless. But I couldn’t sit back and allow myself to
be killed without even attempting to escape. I tugged harder, sinking my
teeth into my lower lip as the rope ate at my skin. Blood trickled down my
arms with every second that passed. This was the perfect breeding
environment for infection, which I knew all too well. But what good were
my hands if I ended up missing my head in the end?
The sound of gunfire had me going still, my eyes locking on the
doorway as my heart hammered out of control. I cataloged every feeling
inside my body to calm my mind.
Heavy weight on my chest.
Tingling sensation in my upper extremities.
Dizzy and nauseous—probably from lack of food.
Butterflies erupting in my lower abdomen.
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