Alex came back to consciousness with a thudding headache, eyes closed against the dull pain.
The back of his skull throbbed causing him unexplainable pain; he bit out a curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage , except that it didn't move, he couldn't move his arms, Something was restraining his arms. His legs too were immobilized, they had been tied tightly, he had noticed just now as he tried to get upA steady dripping echoed all around him, but it seemed to come from a single source.A runny tap, or a leak in the roof.How long had he been out cold? He felt bruised all over his body. His lips were parched and hunger growls in his stomach. He cracked open his eyes to see better and perceive how deep in shit he was.The blackness continued to engulf him. A tremor of panic vibrated in his core.He could hear a loud sound coming from outside, it was the sound of other vehicles.Everything was coming back to him, the dark events of the last two weeks. He could remember everything vividly… he could remember everything starting from two weeks ago after he hit Bruce.He had hit Bruce hard, knocking him out cold in front of everyone at the hotel's restaurant where Bruce had intended to propose. Everything he did was captured on the live video and seen by the thousands of people watching, they had seen his violent reaction but only he and Sarah knew the reason for his violent outburst.Immediately he knocked Bruce out, he had been pinned violently to the ground by the security around.After beating the living shit out of him the security guards had dragged his half dead body and locked him up in their waiting room.He had been left alone in the waiting room, the four walls enclosing on him, suffocating him, reminding him of his constant pain, the pain of watching the only woman he had ever loved happy with another man.He has been left alone and he couldn't help but reflect on all the memories he had of her, he had no other family. He had lived his life for her, and he wasn't ready to lose, he was going to fight for her love no matter the cost.He had been left in the security guards waiting cell till almost three a.m when the police came and after a brief discussion with the hotel's security he was handed over to the police, he was taken to a police cell where he spent the night.He had no family member who could be worried about his disappearance, Sarah was the only person he had.The night was the longest night he had ever had, he kept on slipping in and out of consciousness, having short dreams about Sarah, she was all he could think of, she was his everything. The thought that she could be with Bruce now made his chest tighten, he had stopped crying already but the pain was only worse.He hoped he could get released tomorrow so he could see Sarah, even if it was going to be the last time he would see her.The next morning, Alex was woken by a loud clanking sound on the iron bar of the cell. He had not slept all through the night, he had just closed his eyes hoping to ease the pain.A police officer was staring at him queerly as he peered through a piece of paper he was holding, he looked like he was trying to be sure of the identity, the man opened the door and dragged him by his cuffs to another room where he saw two other men, they were both dressed in black suits with dark expressions on their faces.The police officer dropped him at the corner of the room where he quickly curled into a ball, ignoring the men who talked in hush tones and whispers.After a while, a different police officer came and led Alex to a black police van waiting outside the police station. Alex wasn't aware of anything, he was starving, cold, tired, heartbroken and his whole body still aches badly from the beating he had received the previous night.He was taken to a bigger prison in another state, while on the van he had eavesdropped on the police officers conversation and he had heard that Bruce's situation was quite serious,he had suffered a concussion, and they had taken him for quick surgery.Everything around Alex was new, he had never been to prison before, he got several bad looks from the wardens and other prisoners.Compared to the other prisoners, he was frail and lanky, his hair was short, he stuttered when he talked, his face was swollen from the constant beatings, his color was pale and he was timid.He was an easy target for everyone.After two weeks of hell in the prison, his trial was finally set.Alex was given a cleaner pair of uniform, he was put in handcuffs, his legs were also cuffed as he was led to his trial. He didn't know about anything going on, he heard that the court had hired a lawyer for him.When he got to court, he was dragged into the waiting court.His charges were read out and he found out that he was charged for, aggravated assault, sexual assault, domestic violence and alleged theft. His lawyer didn't do anything to discharge the claims.The witnesses were called forward, Alex watched in awe as his colleagues came to testify against him,they all testified to finding stolen company goods in his office. His landlord came to testify against him, he testified that he always heard when Alex beat up his fiance Sarah and whenever he attempted to call the police Alex always threatened to kill him. The security guards also came to testify against him, their testimony couldn't even be discharged because thousands of people saw him assault Bruce on the live video, when the last witness was called Alex found himself crying again silently, he had been silent throughout the trial but his heart ached badly.Sarah testified to being a victim of domestic violence under Alex, she testified to being the victim of several threats and assault from Alex.Tears rolled down Alex's cheek as he kept on trying to catch her eye but she never looked at him, when she was done she quickly got off the podium and walked back to where she came from, avoiding eye contact with him.With all evidence stacked against him, his trial was quickly wrapped up, and he was sentenced to twenty years in prison.He was led out in shackles and put in a different van.He knew the Connery family were behind everything, he was working for their company before everything had happened and he knew what they were capable of.After sometime, the van stopped moving and the door opened again, two men quickly got in and shut the door, tying Alex's mouth with a thick cloth they beat the hell out of him again. Apparently the judge had changed his mind, had pity on him and given him twenty years instead of the planned forty years in prison, the Connery family were not happy with the decision so they had sent men to hijack the van and beat the living crap out of him.Alex was shoved from behind as he staggered to the huge gate. The officers who had brought him here immediately handed him over to the men at the huge gate and walked back to the huge black van.After going through the fingerprinting, photographing and strip searching procedures, he was finally led to his cell.Alex couldn't help but notice the stares he was getting from the other inmates. He was going to be an easy target for everyone, he was thin and frail looking with little experience in fighting. He had once played baseball back in highschool,he was very good at it, that was where he met Sarah.Why did everything remind him of her? The memory of her in court testifying against him had been plastered in his head, he was seeing it every time he closed his eyes.He looked around, horrified at what he saw, he couldn't survive twenty years in here, he had no one to turn to, no connections to even help him out of here.All through the night he kept on thinking about how his life had ta
Thin rays of the Moonlight streaked into the tiny cell ,showing a visible part of the aged cracked face infront of Alex.The face looked ancient under the light of the moon, even though the cell was dark,Alex could still make out the image of the rest of the body.He slowly walked to the corner of the cell, opposite the man.The floor was moist from the lack of fresh air and sunlight, Alex held in a sigh of relief as he sat down on the floor.He could make out the man's face, turning to stare at him.The man looked at him with a crooked expression."I've not had a cellmate in two years." The man croaked, his voice was hoarse and weak."Why are you here?" The man continued.Alex was too stunned to speak, the man's voice didn't fit the face.He looked like he was around seventy years old but he sounded younger and like someone that had once lived sophisticatedly." Marshall." The man continued.Alex knew marshall, he was one of the nicest wardens if not the nicest."He usually has a lit
The loud clanging of the gates made him sit up immediately, he had a swift dream, he could barely remember the details, it was something about a cliff, he could remember seeing sarah.oh yes! he could remember seeing sarah hanging off a cliff, he had attempted to save her and she had taken him down with her instead.The loud clanging on the prison cell made him open his eyes again, he looked at the opposite cell of the room, the old man sat there, bent over like he was a scribbling something on a piece of paper.Marshall stood at the gate, looking at them suspiciously."suspension time is up! we're returning you back to your cell.""hope you learn to be on your best behaviors boy!" Marshall grunted loudly as he watched Alex drag himself off the ground.The old man stood up and walked over to the gate, he whispered in Marshall's ears and handed the paper to him.Alex walked to the gate as he watched the old man scruffle back to his corner."Take care of yourself chap, good luck." The
Alex looked at the darkened roof as it vibrated dangerously, debris pouring into his eyes, the building was falling apart.The smoke was too thick and it stung his eyes. He looked at the old man again, the flames were not near him yet, it would take a while for it to get near him, meaning he still had time to get a wet blanket or something to beat the flames and smoke with.Alex turned around, he had to run back through where he came from in search of a wet blanket, time wasn't on his side.He heard a loud rumble, a louder one following the first.The ceiling was collapsing already!He was halfway down the hall already, Alex rushed down the hallway back to the old man, the ground behind him giving way as the ceiling collapsed chasing him and he ran.He grabbed the old man's arm and pulled him into what appeared to be a hallway closet“Al—?” he couldn’t get another word out, as Alex's big hand clamped over his mouth. His muscular arms held him tight and the look in his eyes told him h
In his life,Alex had done many crazy things but this was the craziest.The air was cold against his face as he leaped into the air, the building crumbling and going up in flames behind him. The hard ground came rushing at him. Unable to stop the momentum, he lifted his leg to take the brunt of the impact.A roar erupted from his chest as his whole body connected with the solid hard ground, pain splintered through his body, especially his leg. He had angled his body so his legs could take the fall and held his hands tight around his head as he crashed to the floor.Everything went dark.*****With every ounce of strength she had left Joanne tried to hold herself together, Marshall had called her late last night telling her about the fire at the prison, she had rushed here, driving all through the night and here she was, in Marshall's cramped up apartment, Marshall was lucky, he wasn't on shift last night but immediately he heard of the fire he had rushed straight to the prison.He had
He had taken some of the drugs he found on the cabinet and he felt better.He watched her eyes blink several times.She didn't look worried but he knew he still had to put her at ease.“No one knows what happened to me. It’s all over the news that a lot of us were killed in that explosion." Alex said as he motioned towards the black couch. " Yeah, you guys don't have much time.I'll call them to set the record straight,” Marshall chipped in.Alex glanced over at him, he looked like he was prepared for whatever storm was coming“What—what would happen if they get hold of you? or if they know I'm with you?” She twisted her hands in her lap, starting to look very nervous.Alex shook his head firmly and she relaxed a little in her seat. “We shouldn't be worrying about that, we should be preparing to leave here before twelve.once it's twelve, every of the city's exits would be shut."“What did the police say?” She leaned closer to his chair as she asked Marshall,who stood across the room
Joanne walked into the dark room and felt around for a light switch. When the room flooded with light, she gasped. It was full of tall shelves stocked with everything from flashlights to rubber hoses. She almost tripped over her backpack as she started walking the aisles. Why would Marshall have all this stuff? Who was he? How did Alex know him?Taking the bag, she started walking the aisles, grabbing a flashlight, grabbing a handful of batteries, a box of matches, and other basic items. When she reached the back, her bag was heavy with stuff she thought she’d need. She’d spent four years in the Brownies growing up and knew what it took to go camping.She spotted a small silver box on the top shelf and took it down. Inside was a silver .45. She reached in and felt its weight, knowing she had to make room in her bag. She grabbed a box of bullets and before placing the gun in the small side pocket of the bag, she made sure it was unloaded. Her father had forced her to take gun classes a
Alex walked at a steady pace as he watched the back of Joanne’s dark head. She defiantly fit in to the crowd. a few heads turned when she walked down the street and men had seemed to fall aside with their tongues wagging. At least that’s what he imagined. She had that effect on men, kind of like the coyote in the cartoons when steam shot out of its ears, and its eyes did the slot machine spin.Okay, so it wasn’t that bad. If he wanted to be totally honest, that’s the way he’d felt when he’d first seen her. She’d walked across the room in a hot red outfit even though she looked sad, he’d lost control of his wits. Not only had his temperature risen, well … he shook his head and cleared the image from his mind.They’d been walking for almost an hour and already he could tell she was slowing down. So far they hadn’t run into any trouble. When Joanne stumbled, he reached out and took her arm. She yanked it free and glared at him. He smiled at her in return, which only caused her to frown.
Evelyn came awake slowly. Painfully. A sharp ache pulsed inside her head and made her wince as she tried to open her eyes. What? She was facedown over an animal, no saddle. The animal’s spine dug into her hips and stomach.Her hands were bound. The lack of blood flow and frigid temps meant they were like ice blocks on the ends of her arms. Dammit, what if she had frostbite and was too far gone to even know it? She wriggled her fingers, and the returning blood made her gasp. She kept moving, tried to wriggle her legs but they were also bound. The struggle shifted her center of gravity until she was in danger of toppling upside-down beneath the animal and being trampled. Hell. Who’d done this to her? What did they want?The smell of musty fur was overpowering, making her throat heave as her stomach rebelled.“I’m going to be sick.” The contents of her stomach splashed against the gray talus that the horse was working hard to cross. D
They’d followed the spoor for two hours but ground sign was disappearing as dust swirled in the wind. Duke was torn. Did he keep following the unknown originator of these tracks or go back to base camp and regroup. Base camp was calling his name but he wasn’t sure whether that was because Evelyn had destroyed his objectivity or because it was the smartest thing to do.Hell, right now he was going in circles.“Let’s mark this GPS position and head back,” he said to Sri luc quietly. The sound of horses hooves drumming against solid earth made him glance in the direction of the biologists’ camp. The student—Ivan—came flying into view, coat open and flapping in time to the rhythm of the horse.“What the feck?” They’d all rendezvoused at the snare where the tracks had been spotted, but he’d sent Ivan and the local man back to camp on horseback an hour ago. He hadn’t liked the idea of Evelyn being alone, although she’d managed without hi
He split them into three groups.“Can’t I go with the doc?” Lucas moaned. He might have the reputation of being the ladies’ man of the Mountain Troop, but after what Duke had been thinking five minutes earlier while trying not to kiss Evelyn Cox’s lips, legs, and everything in between, maybe he was a frickin’ ladies’ man too.He wanted her and he’d let his eyes tell her exactly how much he wanted her.What was he thinking? There was a time and a place for that sort of thing and this wasn’t it.“No.” He kept his voice light. None of them were here to get laid. “You’re with Sri luc. Jordan you go with the Great Dane. I’m with the doc.” He gave them a firm smile that told them this wasn’t up for debate. “We’ll get the biologists to give us a demo how to tranq and release the Polar bears before we head out. I want hourly radio checks.” He nodded to the men. “It might be a couple of days until the other guys get here. I’m
When she woke she was staring straight into the startling cobalt eyes of Officer Robert Duke. He looked like he’d wait all day for her to wake up.“I must be dreaming,” she croaked.He held out a mug of black tea.“Definitely dreaming.” She sat up, took it, and sipped. The warm liquid eased her dry throat. “Thanks. What time is it?”“0600.” His voice rolled over her. She blinked groggily. There was enough of a burr in his accent to make his voice very sexy and she figured he was laying on the charm this morning.His face was scrubbed and clean-shaven. She found herself studying his features. The vivid eyes shaded by thick brows, the cheeks scraped smooth, the jaw firm and obstinate, his nose too flat to be conventionally handsome. Yet the combination stirred up her insides like hot coals. She fought the urge run her fingers through his short blond hair. He was tall and lean and he looked really, really g
Evelyn shoved back the yurt flap. Mikado flung up his hands in surprise and gave a nervous laugh. “You’re back. You scared me.”“There’s a lot of that going around.”He smiled at her, brown eyes twinkling. “Ivan was worried when the horse came back without you, but I told him you be okay.”Mikado had more faith in her than she did. He returned to whatever he was doing with the cubs.She strode to the computer and opened her email and read the message. Christ, the Trust really had forbidden her to release the animals. She inhaled deeply and tried to calm the rage that continued to burn inside. They thought she was overreacting and had no proof, and in the next sentence they told her it was too dangerous for her and Ivan to go after a guy with a gun. Ivan came slowly into the tent. She didn’t know if he was scared or angry. He had a right to be both.“Did you reply to this email?” She was vibrating with em
For fuck’s sake. He spat in the dirt. Great. He’d spent his whole life fighting against scumbag terrorists and what happened? He ended up accused of being exactly the same sort of nutcase by someone he was trying to help. It stung. He wasn’t about to let her know that.“That’s right, love. That’s why they pay me the big bucks, so let’s move it.” He maneuvered her in front of him. “Step where the trooper steps if you want to keep your legs.” He let her walk a few paces ahead and spoke into his comms. “Jordan and Lucas, keep a low profile as we head back to the RV. See if this bastard’s hiding somewhere and decides to follow us.”They both acknowledged with radio clicks and he followed Evelyn through the bush and along the rocky path. The old guy must be damn good or damn lucky to have spotted them near that other collar. He must have night vision equipment to move so swiftly at night too. Or he had insider information.Duke moved cl
The midday sun beat harshly on this patch of barren rock, melting the inch of snow that had fallen during the morning. The woman beside him had finally stopped wriggling and fallen asleep a couple of hours ago. His team was in position and they’d been on stag duty while he caught a quick nap. Now he was wide awake and refreshed, but so far, nothing yet.What had made Vladimir jores turn his back on his former homeland? What made him defect to fight on the side of people who got their kicks out of brutalizing innocent civilians?Duke understood terrorists better than anyone this side of a suicide vest. He’d grown up with them, would probably have become one himself if not for the tragic death of his sister. That was the family business, right alongside farming. Being immersed in that indoctrinated shit from a young age meant he understood how people born into it found it hard to break free. It was so ingrained, so fecking normal. Talk about brainwashing. H
How many years had it been since she’d held hands with a guy? A soldier? A shiver brushed over her skin like a ghost from the past.It felt strange. As if she’d been transported back in time. And yet, here she was, relying on the strength of those long, strong, foreign fingers to guide her safely through the night. Adjusting her footing in response to subtle pressure changes, tuning her body to match his. Trusting a man she’d just met. Relying on a man, period.It wasn’t something she did.It wasn’t who she was.She believed in saving things, in using data to make her point, not violence. But data wasn’t going to save her Polar bears from their current predicament. Her fingers tightened involuntarily and he slowed to match her pace. The guy was fit, not even breathing heavily, despite everything they’d been through and how many miles they’d walked. She was fit too, she ran and worked out, but exhaustion was making her
As Evelyn lay down, her mind kept wavering back to years ago when she was still a child.When her grandfather was still the minister of ammunition, their family had been good friends with the Connery family so they always stood by each other.Her grandfather had hated L.j corporation because they and Connery corporation were rivals.They each made weapons for governments and L.j corporation were beginning to outsell Connery corporation.She remembered the old Mr Connery coming to visit her grandfather and the two of them talking in hushtones about the issues.During that period, a heated rivalry had begun and it all came to its peak one cold night, years ago.she remembered it clearly.Her mind went back through the years, reliving the moment.“Come away from there, Evelyn. Quickly now.”Evelyn knew better than to argue with her mother, but sh