Page 51 of Vow of Silence
“Spoken like someone who doesn't know him. You didn't think this plan through, did you? You won't be using me because dead woman can't testify. Now, you can’t get the information you need to make a conviction.”
Jayden shook his head. “Logan, and Ethan are right. I don't believe that your father will kill you.”
That’s because you are a stupid motherfucker.
“Okay, wire me up and drop me off at home. I can guarantee that within minutes I'm going to be killed. Everyone is stripped naked and made sure that we weren’t wearing a wire, including Mila and me. This routine happens regularly every day at random times of the day. Dad chooses to ensure that their trust is infallible. He also said this was to make sure no one would succumb to our female attributes. Since you don't trust me, put me on a wire and see what happens. It would be more honorable for you to shoot me than subject me to my father’s infamous torture sessions. Let’s go. I want to get my death over with.”
Logan looked remorseful. “I know all about your father’s sick torture games. It’s said that he revives his victims until he’s ready for them to die. I know that he’s a piece of shit but I don’t think he does that.”
His opinion doesn’t matter. It’s obvious that Jayden oversees this operation. If I can convince him, I’m good.
“Yes, he does. He even puts industrial plastic down so that he doesn’t get the floors messed up. He has people and equipment at hand to ensure if you are dying that he can revive you until he gives you permission to die.”
Ethan shrugged. “People like your father must be stopped. You should help us. He will try to kill you but we have your back. We can lock him up before he harms you. You’ve risked your life getting that information from the BIH. Why can’t you risk your life for the FBI?”
This is the standard American behavior. They want rewards with no risk. It’s my neck and ass on the line while they hide safely in the shadows.
“For someone who's so young, you seem very nonchalant about death,” said Jayden.
“I’ve been kidnapped, tortured, mistreated, and my fucking insulin withheld. I’m a type one diabetic but I’m sure you already know that. There have been many times that I hoovered on the verge of death from the withdrawal.”
Ethan snorted. “Do you know what torture is? You don’t look like you’ve been mistreated or beaten.”
My eyes narrowed. “Treated with decency? Logan pointed your gun at my head. Ethan unlocked these cuffs. Does that show you how decent I’ve been treated?”
Logan aimed his gun at my head, and someone unlocked my cuffs. My eyes never left Ethan’s as I yanked my shirt over my head. My skin was very fair and it bruised nicely. Their collective gasps echoed through the van when they took in my injuries. I turned and showed them my back. Thanks to our passion, and Cian’s aggressiveness, my back was red and bruised. I was certain his fingerprints were on my neck. He wasn’t overly rough. I was the one to initiate his being rough with me, because it made my pussy ache.
Jayden cleared his throat. “I can see some bastard has left his fingerprints on your neck. Please put back on your shirt. We have all witnessed the abuse you’ve suffered.”
Cian wasn’t in the van, yet his actions were again saving my miserable life. Damn him.
After my shirt was on, I looked at them. “Are you going to release me now?”
Jayden shook his head. “I’m sorry we can’t do that.”
I have nothing to lose.
Now that I’m in FBI custody the value my father placed on me had been vanquished. He dotes on me, so that he can forge an alliance that will make him more profitable. He’s pledged me to over one hundred men so far. The only value I hold is my hand in marriage. That has been eliminated by you kidnapping me.
Logan leaned forward. “You didn't ask to be here but you have to help us.”
These heartless bitches.
I shrugged. “Let's get it over. I assume you want me to wear a wire. Are you going to feed me my insulin so that I can be stable or must I go to my death feeling as weak as a lamb?”
Our tax dollars must go towards a lifetime supply of dough donuts and gourmet coffee.
Tamsyn ran her fingers through her hair. “Calm down. I have a suggestion. We have Samira Pasalic in an unnamed prison. We know that you got the information on Arkan from her. Did you or did you not?”
These assholes have been busy. Why don’t they get the information from Samira? Could it be that they couldn’t break her? These bootlickers are useless.
“Yes. She's been trying to kill me ever since. She was behind my abduction.”
“Perfect. We’ll lock you in prison so that you can get her to talk. This place is off the grid and off the books. You will have a small window of opportunity to get the information.”
Ethan clapped his hands. “That is a crude method but it’s better than sending her to Felix to be slaughtered.”
Logan rubbed his neck. “Samira is one of the toughest bitches I’ve ever known. We couldn’t break so what makes you think Anya can in so little a time. We offered her everything and she hadn’t even considered turning on Arkan.”