Shadow Bound - Rachel Vincent 2 стр.


But Id have to survive to get revenge, and to survive, Id have to play Jakes game. It was always his game, always his rules, and the only cards he dealt me were penitence and obedience. So I would play the shit out of penitence and obedienceanything to get out of the basementand keep the cards Id dealt myself up my sleeve. Until it was my turn to deal.

I have an assignment for you, Korinne, Jake said. A chance to redeem yourself.

I said nothing, because nothing was required, but my pulse raced so fast I had to lean against the wall to steady myself. Milligan was right. I was getting out of the basement.

Ian Holt.

Who? I licked my lips, but my tongue was too dry to wet them, and now that I knew I was getting out, I found it hard to concentrate on the details, rather than the promise of regular meals, and showers, and relative freedom.

Hes a Blinder of extraordinary skill.

You want him killed? Id never heard of him, which meant he wasnt ours. And if he could be used against us, he was a target.

I want him whole. Preferably unharmed.

Another acquisition? In the weeks before I was locked up, Id done quite a few of them, collecting whoever Tower wanted for his pet project.

Only as a last resort. I want him on staff. Willingly. Because forced bindings were never as strong as those entered into freely. Holt hasnt signed with anyone yet. In fact, he managed to stay completely off the radar until two days ago, when the JumboTron at an NHL hockey game caught him darkening the entire arena during a riot on the ice.

How do you know it wasnt just a power outage?

Because he blinded the arena from the outside in, starting at the perimeter and moving toward the ice from all sides equally. The general public thinks hes just some idiot who saw the first lights go out before the camera did and pretended to be doing a magic trick. But I know what I saw, and Im not the only one. Now that hes been exposed, everyone wants him. Ive officially extended an invitation, and hes agreed to come to town as my guest and hear our pitch. You will be his liaison. You will show him the advantages of joining the Tower syndicate and make sure that he signs with us, or with no one.

Im not a fucking recruiter, Jake. Id been part of Towers personal security team. Id killed for him. Id kidnapped for him. Id done other things I desperately wished I could forget, but recruiting was a specialized skillone I didnt have. Im a soldier, and you need a salesman.

You are whatever I say you are, and when Ian Holt gets here, you will be his recruiter. You will be his girlfriend, his best friend, his therapist, his mother, or his dog trainer, if need be. You will do whatever it takes to put a chain link on his arm. For emphasis, Tower glanced at the two black interlocking chain links tattooed on my own armthe flesh-and-blood binding tying me to him until my term was up. Whatever it takes, Korinne. Do you understand?

I understood. You want me to fuck him. And if I refusedif I refused anything Jake told me to doresistance pain from violating my oath to him would shut my organs down one at a time until I died screaming.

I want you to give him whatever he wants. And if he wants you, then yes, you will bed him, and you better be the best hes ever had, because if he refuses my mark, you will have to bring him in by force so I can drain him. And if that happens, I will kill you, and your sister will pay for your failure as youve paid for your latest mistake. She will serve out the years remaining on her contract in this room, under the same conditions.

My blood ran cold, and suddenly I couldnt breathe. No one touches Kenley. You swore it when I signed on. My little sister would be untouchable, in exchange for my service.

And you swore that you would guard my life and my interests with your own. Tower unbuttoned his shirt slowly, and I knew what he was going to do even before he pulled back the left half of the material to show me the fresh pink scar. Your key card let the enemy into my house. Into my home, where my wife and children sleep. Your gun faltered where it should have fired, and I was shot in my own home, by my greatest enemy.

I didnt mean

You failed, Tower insisted. You broke your word, and I have no reason to keep mine. If Ian Holt does not sign with me voluntarily by the end of his visit, I will have you executed, and your sister will pay the pound of flesh you still owe.

Nausea rolled over me, and if Id had anything to vomit, it would have landed in his lap.

You have two weeks to get back in shape and make yourself presentable. This is your last chance, Korinne. Save yourself. Protect your sister. Get me Ian Holt.

After Tower left, the lights stayed on, and I had several minutes to see the emaciated ruin my body had become. And to think. And to hate Jake Tower like Id never hated anyone in my life. Then the door opened again, and my sister stepped into the room, a younger, softer reflection of the woman Id been until Tower locked me up.

Kenley gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth, then she spoke from behind it. What did you bastards do to her?

Milligan stood behind her, staring at the floor. I never touched her. I just work here.

Where the hell are her clothes?

Milligan shrugged. This is how he sent her. Youve got fifteen minutes to get her cleaned up. He backed out of the room and shut the door.

Kenley crossed the small space and set a canvas bag on the floor, then dropped onto her knees in front of me, brushing hair back from my forehead.

How long? I asked, staring at the mattress while she dug in her bag.

She pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to me. Almost six weeks, she said, and I could hear the sob in her voice, though she tried to hold it back.

Im fine. I cracked the top on the bottle, scared by how much effort that took, then unscrewed the lid. Id gulped half of it before I remembered I should go slow.

Youre not fine. I thought you were dead. Jake kept saying you were alive, but he wouldnt let me see you. I was sure he was lying, just to keep me working. Tears formed in her eyes and when she blinked, they rolled down her cheeks.

No. Dont cry, Kenni, I whispered, because they were listening. They were always listening, and they were probably watching through the one-way glass. I licked the moisture from my lips. Dont ever let those steel-hearted sons of bitches see you cry. If they know you can be broken, theyll fuckin break you just for sport.

Like theyd tried to break me.

She nodded, jaw clenched against sobs she was visibly choking back.

I opened my mouth to tell her it would be okay. I would make it okay. But then my stomach revolted, and I lurched for the toilet. I retched hard enough to wrench my injured shoulder, and the water came up. It was too much, too fast. I should have known better. Id been sipping half handfuls of clean water from the back of the toilet tank since the bottles had stopped coming, but that was different from gulping half a bottle, ice-cold.

Kenley pulled my hair from my face and I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of one bare arm. My stomach was still pitching, but there was nothing left to lose.

No one knew where you were. She handed me the bottle again, and I rinsed my mouth, then spit into the toilet, thinking about how wrong she was. Some people knew where I was. Some of them had seen me, through the one-way glass. Tower was shot, and you were shot, then he woke up and you disappeared. What happened, Kori? No one knows what really happened.

No one knew where you were. She handed me the bottle again, and I rinsed my mouth, then spit into the toilet, thinking about how wrong she was. Some people knew where I was. Some of them had seen me, through the one-way glass. Tower was shot, and you were shot, then he woke up and you disappeared. What happened, Kori? No one knows what really happened.

What happened? Id been buried in the basement, at the mercy of the monsters. But that wasnt what she was asking.

Liv said she needed my help, so I went. But it was a trap. They were waiting for me. They took my key and used it to break in. I was the breach in security that got one of our men killed, two more shot, and Towers prize blood donormy murdered friend Noelles only daughtertaken. Ruben Cavazos shot us both. I ran my fingers over the dirty bandage on my shoulder.

I should have run, regardless of the risk. I would have run, if not for Kenley. I couldnt leave her alone with Tower. Alone in the syndicate. My sister and I were a package deal, from start to finish.

Youre lucky he didnt have you killed, she said, but I shook my head.

He cant. He still needs me. I had no clue why I had to be the one to recruit Ian Holt, but if Jake didnt need me, I would be dead.

Lets get you cleaned up. She stood and headed for the canvas bag, but her shoulders were shaking and it took me a minute to realize why.

Kenley, this isnt your fault. I used the edge of the toilet to push myself to my feet.

Of course its my fault. She dug in the bag and pulled out a bottle of shampoo, then crossed the room toward the narrow, curtainless shower stall in one corner. I sealed the binding between you and Liv, so you have to do what she asks. Because of me.

Kenley was a Binder. A scary-good Binder. She was so good Jake hid her from the world, to protect her and every contract shed ever sealed for him. He kept her under twenty-four-hour guard, and he threatened me to control her, just like he threatened her to control me.

It wasnt like that this time, I insisted, as she turned on the showerit only worked when they wanted it to. Liv didnt officially ask and I wasnt compelled. I went to help her on my own. Because it was the right thing to do. I was sure of that, even after everything that had come since.

Its my fault youre here in the first place, Kori. Kenley aimed the shower spray at the opposite wall, then turned to look at me, arms crossed over her chest, and I sighed. Id never been able to effectively argue with that one. But again, I had to try.

I make my own decisions. We came into the syndicate together, and well leave together. Or not at all. Four years, I whispered leaning with my forehead against her shoulder, while stray droplets of water sprayed us both. We can do four more years, right?

She nodded, but she looked far from sure. Id been shot, starved, abused and locked in the dark for almost six weeks, but she was the one I worried about. Kenley was fragile, so I had to be strong enough for both of us. And Jake knew it. He knew what cards we heldwhat mattered to usso he always won the game.

Let me see your shoulder. Kenley blinked away more tears, and I leaned against the wall for balance while she peeled medical tape and gauze from my gunshot wound. Id done my best to keep it clean, and Id taken all the antibiotics Jonah had brought in the first couple of weeks, back when I was being fed and showered regularly, because he was the bulk of my punishment. But then Jake had figured out that his brother wasnt enough to break me, and thats when the darkness and isolation had dropped into place around me.

It could be worse. Kenley wadded up the bandage and dropped it on the floor. The stitches have dissolved and its only a little red. Which kind of figured, because the rest of me was black and blue. Get cleaned up. Hes sending an escort for us in a few minutes, she said, while I stepped out of my underwear and dropped my grimy bra on the floor. Kenley kicked them into the opposite corner, then stuck one hand under the water and grimaced. They could at least make it warm.

But they wouldnt. The basement cells werent built for comfort. They were built for isolation and torture. They were built for hour after hour of darkness and silence, because when you cant see anything and you cant hear anything, you have no choice but to think about what you did, and how you would never, ever do it again.

But heres the thing. I would do it all over again, if I had the chance. I would take the gunshot wound, and the silence, and the darkness, and the worst Jonah could throw at me, if it meant sending Noelles kid back home where she belonged.

I stepped into the shower and gasped as freezing water poured over my face and body. I let it soak my hair, then I opened my mouth and drank just a little, one hand propped on the tile wall for balance, because I hadnt eaten in days, and the room was starting to spin.

While I washed my hair slowly, shocked wide-awake by the cold water, my sister pounded on the one-way glass. Shes gonna need something clean to wear. Actual clothes, this time! And a towel!

I lathered the cracked bar of soap while water and shampoo suds ran down my body to swirl through the drain at my feet. It felt good to be clean on the outside, even if I might never be truly clean on the inside, ever again.

Five minutes later, clean and still damp, my hair dripping on clothes that werent mine and didnt quite fit, I stepped out of the cell Id spent almost six weeks in with one arm around my sister, as she half held me up. Milligan didnt look at me, and neither did either of the grunts Tower had sent to escort us to Kenleys apartment. But as the door swung shut behind me, literally closing on a chapter of my life I never wanted to reread, a man stepped out of the shadows in the hallway and crossed beefy arms over a barrel chest.

Wont be the same around here without you, Kori, Jonah Tower said, cruel laughter echoing behind every syllable, and at the sound of his voice, my heart thumped painfully, pumping remembered pain and fear along with the blood in my veins. He stepped closer and whispered into my ear, too softly for Kenley to hear. But I think youll be back. And if you cant give Jake what he wants, I get to end you. Then the younger Miss Daniels and I are gonna get to know each other real well.

Kenley shied away from the hand he laid on her shoulder, and I stepped between them, close enough that I could smell the beer on his breath. Ill be back all right, but youre not gonna see me coming. And if youve laid a finger on my sister, Im going to tear them off one at a time and shove them down your throat until you choke on your own sins.

Two

Ian

Have I told you youre an idiot? Aaron asked, staring through the windshield at the tall iron gate and the even taller house behind it. If such a monstrosity could even be called a house. It was more like a modern fortress.

About twenty times since my plane landed. I flipped down the drivers-side sunshade and checked my tie in the mirror.

Has it sunk in yet?

I glanced at him in the thick shadows of the cars interior, lit only by the green numbers scrolling across the radios display in the dashboard. Your puny verbal barbs are no match for my thick skull.

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