Page 82 of Deep Within Me
He lounged on the sofa now, his muscular legs crossed at the ankles, his expression neutral as one of his lieutenants explained the progress in finding Zeke’s stronghold. A prize Roberto intended to take, along with the land and whatever other riches they had. Like Carreon, he wanted more than simply having Liz and her father as his prisoners, always ready to heal or reanimate for him. He also craved Neekoma’s ability to see the future.
Roberto interrupted his lieutenant. “You still have no idea where Neekoma and his people are holed up.”
“We’re working on it day and night,” the man said.
He was in his late thirties, married with two daughters. The few times Roberto had allowed Trinidad out of his bedroom and this suite, she’d seen the little girls at the pool or in the hall. They were four and six with wavy brown hair like their father.
“We’ll find it,” he insisted. The five men next to him nodded.
Roberto said nothing. The room fell into an uneasy silence.
“We will,” the man murmured.
Roberto held out his glass to Trinidad for her to refill.
“You belong to me now,”he told her the night of Carreon’s death.“You’ll do whatever I say without question. Without pause.”
Obediently, Trinidad took his empty glass and padded to the wet bar. She felt the other men staring at her nudity, the red marks on her ass. Roberto didn’t allow her to wear clothing around him or his men, as though being naked would somehow intimidate or shame her. The same as the collar he’d put around her throat. At night, he ran a chain through the loop in the front and secured her to his bed. While he slept, he clearly didn’t wantto worry about her being able to escape…or using a weapon to harm him.
The idea absorbed her as she mixed his next Scotch and soda. She regarded the pistols and rifles strewn carelessly about the room, all just out of her reach of course, then considered whether her slight ability to heal might also be used to kill. She’d often pressed the mark on her palm against Roberto’s chest, willing it to send a shock through his system, much like a bolt of lightning would, injuring his heart.
Given his healthy color, it hadn’t even come close.
She wondered what her life would have been like if she’d been born a man with so much privilege and power at her disposal. The ability to give orders at will.
“You know that’s not allowed in here,”Ernez had barked when she’d only wanted to enjoy her cigarette.
“Heal me,”Carreon had demanded.
“On your hands and knees,”Roberto had insisted more times than she could count.“Spread your legs, lift your ass.”
For now… Only for now. Trinidad knew how to play the game.
She brought Roberto his drink and gave him a placid smile she didn’t feel, her rebellious thoughts saying what was in her heart.
No one tells me what to do.
At least not for long.
She’d wait, she’d watch for the proper time to deal with Roberto, and then perhaps Zeke Neekoma too.