True

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Текст книги "True"

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They came to a place where it branched off to two smaller tunnels. Darkness paused and glanced back at True. “See if you can pick her up.”

He had to bend over to fit beneath the low ceiling and sniffed. He didn’t pick up her scent at all but he used his flashlight to try to spot blood on the walls.

“You could do that just as well,” Tiger whispered.

“He needs to,” Darkness whispered back.

True ignored them as he backed out and stepped into the other tunnel. It was just as low but he caught a whiff of Jeanie’s blood. “This one.” He found smudges of it on one of the walls a few feet in as if she’d brushed against it with her hand.

He led the way until they reached a curve and he saw light. He came to a halt, his ears straining. Darkness was suddenly there, pushing against him until they both were shoulder to shoulder.

Jeanie’s voice was faint, along with male voice. The words weren’t distinguishable but he was certain that was her. Darkness turned his head and frowned at him.

“Wait,” he mouthed. He removed his phone and texted something. He looked up and showed the screen to True and then touched it to pull up another app. It was a locator. Darkness pointed up. “They are surrounding the location. We know where we are and so do our males.”

He wasn’t sure if he had patience. He could hear Jeanie though, she was talking, and a few words filtered through. Her tone implied she was angry. Another male touched his back and he twisted his head. The male passed a rifle forward. Darkness accepted it and leaned closer.

“I won’t miss the shot. Back up and allow me to proceed. I’m going to go on my belly and crawl forward until I can reach them. I was trained as a sniper.”

Darkness dropped down and did just as he’d stated. True knew he should stay put but he couldn’t resist. He fell to his belly and scooted after the male. The tunnel ahead wasn’t that long and Jeanie’s words became clear. He couldn’t see around Darkness without lifting up, too worried he’d reveal their location if he did. Shock ran through his system though when he could hear all the conversation.

* * * * *

The chair slammed into Boris’ side hard enough to knock him off his feet. Jeanie managed to grab the chair when it bounced back. She caught it on the rounded edge of the back of the seat and on the side where the handcuffs were locked on the bar of the chair. She lifted it and smashed it down on him again.

He cried out and threw up an arm, trying to shield his head. It wasn’t effective as she used the legs of the chair to ram downward into his belly and chest. He gasped and she hit him again. Boris rolled onto his stomach at that point and she hit him one more time just for good measure.

A lot of pent-up anger drove her to nail him a few more times until she was out of breath from exertion. She only wished the chair was heavier and more solidly made. She dropped the chair and kicked him in the side. He rolled, curling into a ball. It hurt her a little when she kicked him again, this time in the chest, but it had the desired effect. He ended up sprawled on his back. She turned a little, used the last of her strength and lifted the chair. She brought it down so the legs of it landed on each side of his neck. The support bar along the bottom connecting the back legs pressed against his throat and she leaned over, resting her weight over the seatback.

Jerry Boris, or as she’d known him, Terry Brice, stared up at her with wide eyes as his face turned an ugly shade of purple.

“Can’t breathe?” She panted. “I know how that feels. Try having some douche bag shove his dirty hand over your mouth and nose. That’s what your asshole goon did to me.”

She eased up just a little so he didn’t die. He sucked in air but his color didn’t improve. She glanced back and lifted her foot, slamming it down on his groin. He squealed.

“I know how that feels too. It’s a bitch not being able to scream, isn’t it? Does that hurt?” She ground her toes against the front of his sweats, a little grossed out, but no way was she about to let him get up. He outweighed her by a hundred pounds. Plus, I have no damn sympathy for you, asshole.

Jeanie looked at his face, saw his terrified expression and the way his hands clawed at the bar against his throat. She eased a little of her weight off the chair until he managed to suck in more air. She pressed down again.

“You and I,” she got out, catching her breath a little more, “are going to have a talk. And what I mean by that is, I’m going to talk and you’re going to breathe when I say you can.”

She waited and let him have a little more air. It wasn’t her intention to kill him but she was determined to get answers. He knew where a Gift was and he’d put her through hell but she was mostly pissed about how he’d allowed True and the others to suffer longer than necessary because it amused him and he’d wanted to get more money.

“Those jerks you hired pushed me into a hole and let me fall into dirty water. I smell. I had a gag shoved into my mouth and you planned to poison me,” she reminded him. “I could kill you. Got that? Forget about your retirement plan. Forget about getting another penny from the NSO. You’re going to tell me where that Gift is or I’m going to watch you suffocate. I might take a nap here.” She lifted enough to let him get air. He choked a little but she held off until he took a few breaths.

“You bitch,” he wheezed.

She leaned over, putting her weight on the back of the chair. “Fuck you, Jerry. Yeah. I know who your name. I saw your picture when they showed me all the men who used to work for the NSO. Director Jerry Boris. You got fired because you were an asshole to Fury’s mate. He said you almost got her killed and tried to take her from him. You just can’t leave mates alone, can you? You took me from mine and guess what? I’m furious.”

It was satisfying when he stopped struggling, going totally still. It didn’t last for more than a few seconds. He let go of the bar and tried to grab the ankle of the foot resting on his crotch. She stomped down, hoping she crushed his junk. He squealed and let go. She eased off the pressure.

“Where is that Gift, Jerry? You’re going to tell me or I’m going to torture the shit out of you. I learned something about that while at Drackwood, watching what was done to those poor New Species you hate so much. I love one of them and he almost died in there, being beaten and hurt, but you didn’t give a damn. You just wanted money. Guess what? I just want you dead to make sure you can’t hurt anyone else.”

She took a few calming breaths, trying to rein in her temper. “But I’ll let you live if you tell me where the Gift is.” She lifted up, letting him breathe. A red mark dented the fleshy area of his throat but she didn’t feel bad about that either. He didn’t deserve it.

“Never.”

Her eyebrows arched. “Really?”

“Fuck you. I’m not telling. The cat bitch will die.” He coughed. “I want money and I’ll tell where she is once I’m safe.” He turned his head and twisted his bulky body in the same direction.

It caught Jeanie off balance and she tripped as the chair slammed into her since he was a big guy. Two big hands clutched her hips to prevent her from landing on her ass and she fell against a firm, big body. Terror struck as she lifted her head to see which one of his goons had returned. She was going to die a slow and painful death.

True frowned down at her. She stared into his eyes, part of her afraid he was a dream. That beautiful gaze of his shifted away from her to something on the floor. She followed it, watching as Jerry Boris struggled to his feet. He coughed a little but managed to get up. His hands curled into fists as he spun to attack. Darkness grabbed him by his throat and slammed him up against a wall. He lifted him, easily putting the man on tiptoe.

“Cat bitch, huh?” Darkness snarled. “I’m kind of fond of them myself since I’m feline too. I take offense to you saying she’ll die.” He turned his head and held Jeanie’s gaze. “I have this. He’ll talk.”

Jeanie was in shock and worse, it was clear they’d heard and seen what she’d been doing to Boris. She sagged in True’s arms. Another New Species crouched next to her and he withdrew a small kit from one of his pockets.

“I’m going to get you free.” Tiger gave her a grim smile before turning his attention to the handcuffs attaching her to the chair.

The surreal feeling left her speechless. She’d lost it, totally snapped, and her reaction to what she’d done was setting in. She’d been willing to kill another person and might have if they hadn’t arrived to stop her. True and the other New Species had to have been horrified when they’d walked in and saw her using a chair to torture someone. She felt that way and she’d been the one doing it.

“You’re safe.” True cradled her in his arms.

“Get her out of here,” Darkness ordered.

“Working on it,” Tiger muttered. “Or we’ll have to drag the chair with her.”

“Hurry.” Darkness held Jeanie’s gaze again and seemed to study her. He frowned before shifting his focus to True. “She’s seen enough violence and suffered enough. I’m about to spill blood if that’s what it takes to get him to tell us where the Gift is. I’ll get him to confess all his crimes.”

“Those two men who work for Boris are coming back,” Jeanie managed to get out.

“We have officers down here.” Justice came into view. “They won’t make it far without being captured if they return. I’m having them map the entire system since we weren’t aware of it until now. I wonder why they weren’t in the blueprints we were given.”

Even Jeanie picked up his sarcastic tone and the way he glared at Jerry Boris. She forced her mind to work. “He thinks Fury and Ellie have a baby. He’s been keeping tabs on what has been ordered by the NSO and where it’s being delivered. That’s how he found out where I was staying. He’s also been down here going under people’s homes to listen and he heard a baby crying.” She was careful how she worded what she said. “I told him that wasn’t true but he threatened to tell the media that Species can breed, just to cause problems.”

A few growls sounded and she glanced around, noticing for the first time that over a dozen New Species had filled the chamber. She leaned into True. The handcuffs popped open when the feline was able to pick the lock. She glanced at him.

“Thank you.”

Tiger shoved the chair away and stood. “You’re welcome.”

True turned her in his arms and she raised her chin, almost afraid to look at him. “I’m sorry.” It was the only thing she could think to say.

He lifted her until they were at the same height and she had no choice but to stare into his eyes. The tears that glistened in them weren’t a surprise. He had to be mortified at what she’d done—almost as much as she was.

“For what?”

“I lost my shit.”

He sniffed. “It smells so bad down here, I can’t tell.”

Tiger snorted. “She didn’t have an accident. She is talking about what she did to Boris.”

True smiled. “I know. I was teasing. I wanted to get a smile from her. I’m proud of how strong you are, Jeanie. It took strength to attack him and try to force him to tell you about the Gift Female.”

Her mouth dropped open. His words stunned her.

“I’m almost sorry he got away from you. You were doing so good. I’m going to have to train you a little better to watch out for moves like that. The fact that you were willing to hurt him to force him to tell you where a Gift is just shows how much of a Species you are. I’d kill for you, Jeanie.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead against hers. “We’re going home to take a bath and I’m going to mount you from behind.”

She was speechless as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He chuckled. “Right after I tend to your wounds, which I’m trying really hard to ignore so I don’t go rip out that human’s throat. I can teach you to do that with your fingers. It’s something you should learn in case anyone else ever comes after you again. We can use those human-size dolls for you to practice on. You’d probably prefer using those.”

Jeanie sniffed, fighting the urge to burst into tears. True didn’t appear upset or appalled. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Wrap around me, mate. I really need to feel you right now. I doubt I’ll want to put you down for a week or two.”

She hugged his neck and hooked her legs around his waist. He adjusted his hold and clutched her tightly as she buried her face against his neck. He turned, heading home, and she just clung to him.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“Duck!”

Jeanie gasped and dived on the bed. The throw pillow from the couch went sailing past her, missing her by inches. She landed on the mattress with a bounce and turned her head, smirking at True.

“That’s not funny.”

He grinned as he strolled into the room. “You’re faster.”

“That’s because you keep tossing pillows at me. I swear I’m going to hide every single one in the house.”

He grabbed the bottom of his shirt, tore it up over his head and dropped it on the floor. “I am serious about training you. I swear to always protect you but I’ve learned that it’s better if you can fight just in case I’m ever drugged again.”

“Homeland is safe. The catacombs have been mapped and the exterior entrances sealed off with alarm sensors around every perimeter. We’ll know immediately if they are ever messed with. Every grate has been welded shut with more alarms. I think you guys went overboard.”

“There’s no such thing when our mates’ safety is at stake.”

She rolled over and sat up as he bent, tearing off his boots. “Whatcha doing?”

“Getting naked.”

“I like that.” She scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m never going to get tired of watching you take off your clothes.”

He chuckled as he straightened, opening the front of his pants. “You’re overdressed.”

“For what?” She batted her eyelashes. “Do you have something in mind? Maybe a bath? A shower?”

He shoved down his pants and approached the bed. The way he stalked closer was sexy and the fact that he was sporting a full erection was a bonus. That was another thing she’d never get tired of looking at. He reached her and growled.

“You’re still dressed.”

“That’s because once we start kissing I’ll forget about everything else. I have a few questions.”

He frowned. “Justice said we could keep the house. We’re mates and need the room. The dorm is not suitable for mates.”

“I knew that. Jessie came over while you were gone. I really like her. She brought donuts.”

“I love sweets.” He leaned in, pushing her onto her back. “I know something that is even better. You.” He kissed her neck as he pinned her down. “And I know what I want to eat. You.”

Jeanie laughed, her fingers sliding into his hair. “I’m serious.”

“Me too.” He raised his head, holding her gaze.

“Did they find her?”

His expression changed and she regretted asking. “Not yet. Boris has refused to reveal the Gift’s location and believe me, Darkness was persuasive.”

“Boris has got nothing to lose except his life. He’s such a mean asshole.”

“He’ll never be free again.”

“They transferred him to Fuller?” She wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, considering he used to be the warden.

“No. Darkness hasn’t used any of his more dangerous interrogation methods yet. Boris is too soft and Darkness doesn’t want to risk killing him before he gets what we need. But he won’t give up until he gets his answers or Boris dies.”

“Good.” She didn’t feel a bit of guilt.

True abruptly rolled, yanking her on top of him. “Do you want me to drive you to where he is being kept and hand you a chair to take into his cell and see what you can get out of him? You were fierce.”

She sat up, straddling him. “That’s not funny.”

He sat up, too, pulling her against him. “I’m sorry.” One hand stroked down her spine. “You were so sexy though. I just didn’t like your foot on his dick. I’m the only male you should touch there.”

She shook her head, stroking the sides of his face. “Do you have a foot fetish I didn’t know about?” She grinned.

He growled. “Now, that’s not funny. I like how gentle you are when you touch me.”

She scooted back a little and let go of his face to reach between them with both hands. “Like this?” Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, her thumbs teasing the crown. “You’re definitely a two-hander. Or do you prefer my mouth and tongue down there?”

“You know I don’t have much control when you do that.”

“I know.” She grinned. “Too bad I’m still dressed.”

“So take your clothes off or I will do it for you.”

“You’ll tear them.” She released him, scooted off his lap and started undressing. “I’m kind of limited on the stuff I have until my things from my apartment arrive.”

“Are you complaining?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.” He stretched out on his back and grinned while she removed her clothes.

She crawled up his body and sat on his thighs. “You want me to learn self-defense but you need to learn more control.”

“I want you too bad, Jeanie. Now isn’t the time to use your mouth on me. I almost lost you again yesterday.”

“I’m fine.”

True’s gaze ran down her body, that hungry look in his eyes making her hot. “You’re more than fine. You’re perfect. You make my blood boil and you make me so hard I hurt for you.”

Jeanie climbed further up his body and leaned over to run her tongue over his bottom lip. “I can do something about that.” She reached between them and curled her fingers around his erection again. She shifted her hips and eased down until both of them groaned as their bodies joined. True gripped her hips.

Their gazes met. “You make me whole, Jeanie.”

She kissed True. “You make me whole too.”

True groaned as Jeanie began to slowly rock her hips. “You’re heaven.”

Jeanie chuckled. “What a pair. You think I’m heaven and I think you’re a god.”

“God, huh?” His hands lowered to firmly grab her ass as he ground his hips upward, sinking into her deeper.

“A sex god.”

True laughed. “I try for you, Jeanie.”

“Try by moving. You’re torturing me here.” She bucked her hips.

He thrust up. Jeanie gripped his shoulders and threw her head back. “Succeeding,” she moaned. “Right there. Faster.”

“So demanding.” He rolled and pinned her under him. “I aim to please.”

“You’re the best mate ever.”

“So are you. Now hold on tight.”

“Always.”

About Laurann Dohner

I’m a full-time “in-house supervisor” (sounds much better than plain ol’ housewife), mother and writer. I’m addicted to caramel iced coffee, the occasional candy bar (or two) and trying to get at least five hours of sleep at night.

I love to write all kinds of stories. I think the best part about writing is the fact that real life is always uncertain, always tossing things at us that we have no control over, but when you write, you can make sure there’s always a happy ending. I love that about writing. I love to sit down at my computer desk, put on my headphones and listen to loud music to block out the world around me, so I can create worlds in front of me.

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