The spy (9)

I hold him so tight against me, feeling his hard muscles pressing against me. I need the brick-solid body to ground me and make me believe I’m not imagining things. I inhale his masculine scent, letting it linger in my lungs before slowly exhaling it together with the tension clinging to me. I was so engrossed in the hug that I didn’t bother to check out his expression or if he was alone. He could be trying to end me for all I care. Afterall, I’m in the enemy territory.

“Is everything alright?” I hear someone ask, and I reluctantly pull out of the hug. The warmth fades too quickly, and I feel the emptiness I don’t want to feel. My instincts should be geared towards survival, but here I am wishing to be in his arms forever. I think my brain is broken or something.

“No. Nothing is alright,” I say a beat too quick. “Can somebody explain to me what the hell is going on?”

“Oh, that,” Thirst Trap sighs. I have a feeling he doesn’t want to talk about it, but I nod at him to continue. He waves a hand at me. “Don’t worry about it.”

“For fucks sake, how can I not worry about it when that screen over there,” I snap, swinging my arm to point at the TV, “says I’m dead!” They both look at me like I’m the crazy one, so I continue, “Besides, the memories I have don’t tally with reality.”

“For example?” First Guy asks, leaning against the wall and folding his arms across his chest. God, I want to wipe out the smirk on his face, but I refrain. I won’t get the answers I need if I do that.

“Did we fuck?” I blurt out, and heat rushes to my face immediately. Imagine how embarrassing that would be if everything were just a figment of my imagination.

“Oh,” Thirst trap presses a palm on his chest as if whatever I just said physically hurt him. “Was it really that bad that you can’t remember a thing?”

“Trust me, I’d remember every single detail if it was bad.” I run a finger through my head, the embarrassment all gone. “The thing is that it was too good to be true.” I pause for a beat too long, thinking, but things still didn’t add up. “Why do I have no marks or anything to show for it after such an intense session. Shouldn’t there be at least a bruise here and there?”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” First Guy pushes himself off the wall and walks towards me. “How about we take a seat first, then we’ll explain everything to you?”

 I nod and follow him. He takes the loveseat; I take the edge of the bed, and Thirst Trap takes the beige ottoman. No one says a thing for exactly two seconds before I raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t have any bruises or marks because we added some special herb into the bath,” First Guy starts, and I listen with the intensity of a nerd. “Although the herb helps soothe and rejuvenate the skin, that alone is not enough to erase everything in a few hours.”

My brows crease. “What are you trying to say?”

“You’ve been out for a full day and a half,” Thirst Trap fills me in. “We were coming in to wake you up if you weren’t up yet.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I have so many questions, but also none. Why did I sleep that long? I shake my head to clear the fog, letting me focus on the important questions. “How long have I been here? I mean, from the time you found me until now.”

“Almost a week, give or take,” First Guy answers.

“A WEEK?” I shriek, utterly in disbelief. I only remember a day or two.

“Yes,” he continues, “you were in a bad condition when we found you. You were starving, and hypothermia was starting to kick in. We took you in and nursed you back to health. It took you about four days to regain consciousness.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Two reasons.” Thirsts Trap holds up two fingers and then puts one down. “We can’t get information from dead people.” He put another finger down and winked at me. “Wouldn’t it be a pity to let go of such a beauty?”

I don’t reply because he’s right. It would be a pity to die before tasting those delicious cocks. But I’m not done questioning. “Is that how you interrogate all the women who fall into your hands?”

“No,” First Guy chuckles, then looks at me. “Believe it or not, you have been on my radar for a while now. I’ve always imagined how life would have been if you weren’t on the other side of things.” He paused, leaning back on the backrest. “And life was magnanimous enough to drop you into my arms. I wasn’t going to pass up the chance.”

“What if I didn’t want it?”

“We don’t fuck women against their will,” he says, his voice low. “We gave you a chance to back out, didn’t we?”

Yeah, right. They did. I consented to the whole act. Next question. “So, what happens now? Am I a prisoner?”

“That is for you to decide,” First Guy answers while Thirst Trap swipes through his phone to check a message that chimed a few seconds ago. “You can choose to live here with us and be our woman. We’ll give you the protection you need, and you live a comfortable life on our side. You are familiar with our line of work, so we won’t have to worry about you freaking out when someone’s head rolls off the floor.”

He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands. “Or leave this place and never return. If we ever see you near our territory again, you’ll be dead for real.”

“Got it,” I say, my heart breaking at the coldness in his voice when he said the second option. I know they aren’t joking. I’ve heard and witnessed what they can do. It is a miracle I’m still breathing.

But why did I feel some reluctance when he talked about me leaving? Do they hope that I pick the first option? Is that really the right thing to do? Am I willing to abandon my life and stay with the most dangerous heads of a syndicate? I mean, a night or two of passionate sex is fine, but a whole life? I don’t know. That is a tough choice.

“Can I have some food?” I suddenly change the subject, catching both off guard. “Preferably, the ones not laced with an aphrodisiac. I would like to make that decision clearheaded.”

“As you wish,” First Guy says, getting up. “Someone will bring you food in a minute.” He signals Thirst Trap to get up, and they both walk towards the door. First Guy twists the handle and pauses right before he can pull the door open. He turns towards me with a stern face. “Take your time and think about it, but don’t you dare try anything funny. We’ll be back later.”