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New World Order

Portia.The chopper lifts off. A soldier straps me in as we veer sharply west and I catch my breath, grasping hold of the edges of the seat.I hate this chopper.David is sitting across from me, facing me. In his eyes I see his hate.I can't still believe that Callahan is dead.But I felt it, didn't I?"How?" I ask him, my voice so small in the scream of the chopper's blades."Your lover killed him," David says."My... Fernando? He's not... Fernando killed him?""Don't pretend to care."I'm not pretending but I don't bother to explain that. Callahan is dead. He used up all nine of his lives.The chopper dips low unexpectedly and I gasp, my stomach lurching before that brick settles in again.Dead.Gone.I'll never see him again and all I can think about is how much I'll miss him."I didn't betray him," I tell his uncle, not that it matters anymore. Not that he'll believe me.He doesn't say anything, not for a long time and I'm not sure what I expect him to say. What I want him to say.

Breaking Walls

Callahan.Loud voices cut through the nothingness of a heavy sleep. A familiar sleep. One I don't want.“Let me through.” I recognize this one. The others I don't know. All men and one woman. She's the reasonable one."For fuck's sake if you don't get out of my way, I'm going to kill every one of you mother fuckers."Antonio. I try to make my face work but something's wrong. I want to tell them to let him in. But let him in where? And why can't I fucking move? Why can't I wake up?"He's being moved from your facility," another familiar voice says. Diamente. Yes, Diamente. He's also reasonable. Calm."Get security up here," the woman's voice says.There's a crash and then the voices are louder.“Shit.” Antonio again.I should open my eyes. I'm trying to."Cal." It's Antonio and he's closer now. “Fuck. Cal. Fuck. Open your eyes, man."Someone pulls up an eyelid and shines a bright light into my eye. I groan against the intrusion. At least I can groan. Make some sound of resistance."He'

Huntsman

Portia.I blink my eyes open, looking up at the ceiling of a dimly lit, small room. It takes me a moment to remember what happened. To remember that Callahan is dead. And that his brother handed me off to David who will now sell me back to the cartel.This is my punishment because they think I betrayed Callahan.Not that either of them would have let me live, even if I could have convinced them that I hadn't. They hate me because I am an Esmeralda.At least Nathan is safe. But is he? How long has it been? Is he still in Naples waiting for me to come? I turn my head to look around the room. I'm alone but there's a camera set up directly across from the bed. The red light is blinking. I'm either being recorded or someone's watching me now.There's a chair in the far corner and two doors, both closed. The wooden doors are old, splintering.This whole place feels forgotten. A red neon light blinks outside from a street sign. The ratty yellowed lace curtain, only half-hanging off the rod,

Cruel World

PortiaA woman brings me food and water. Each time she keeps her eyes cast down and is let inside by a different man. He stands at the door with his hand on the key in the lock as she clears out one dish to swap it out for another.I eat a little bit of the stale bread but leave the cold meat. The scent of which makes my stomach turn. It looks to be leftovers someone else didn't finish. I drink all the water, which I'm grateful is bottled.I realize the bucket beside the bed is my toilet. My cuffed arm just allows me access to it and when I have to pee, I try not to think of the camera.I've spent two nights here, I guess, assuming that I was knocked out only for a few hours. When I woke up it was already dark. I can hear noise on the street if I concentrate. I think we're in a city, but this house or at least my room up high enough and must be tucked out of the way enough, that I have to strain my ears to hear it.It's the morning of the third day that I hear different voices.David'

Breaking Point

Callahan.The private jet lands in Rotterdam a few hours later. The flight was tense, to say the least, my brother quiet. He knows he did wrong. But I can't forgive him. Not yet.Two cars wait for us at the airfield. Antonio, Dante and I climb into one, Antonio sitting in the passenger seat."House is in the city. About thirty kilometers from here.""You've got eyes on it?"Dante nods. “Only for the last couple of hours though. There are definitely two men inside and a woman.""Portia?"“Not sure yet.”I shift my gaze out the window.“We'll find her, Callahan,” he says.I watch passing cars as we merge into traffic.She got Nathan out. I'm glad she got him out. But she should have gone with him. Why didn't she? Was she waiting for me to return?"Does she think I'm dead?" I ask. Dante knows I'm talking to my brother.There's a long silence. “I told her you were because I thought you were,” he pauses, turns in his seat. I see him in my periphery. "She was upset to hear it."I don't let

The Blackest Day

Portia.We drive out of the city, mostly taking backroads to wherever we're going. The three of us in the backseat are quiet while Felix alternates between taking calls and singing along with the radio, like we're on some bazaar family road trip. It must be at least two hours later that we reach our destination, a hulking house in the middle of nowhere, guarded heavily at the gates and beyond.There must be two dozen cars parked out front and that many more soldiers loitering around the vehicles."This is the end of the line, ladies," Felix says as the car pulls to a stop around back.The girl, no, not the girl. I know her name. Her real name. Mara looks both curiously and fearfully up at the house.Felix focuses his attention on me. “That's turned ugly. Don't make me hit you again.”The doors open and we're escorted out. Mara isn't handcuffed and she walks a few steps behind the woman, a soldier at her heels.My soldier takes me by the arm and keeps shoving me toward the back door wh

Cornered Animal

Callahan."Sir, we have a lead on David," Dante announces as I turn away from the woman in frustration. Her English is broken but from what she's telling me, she's one of the women they'd trafficked at some point. Terrified out of her mind, she keeps making the sign of the cross every time she glimpses either of the dead men, a stream of words in a language I don't understand pouring from her."They brought me to make the food," she repeats again. "But the girl doesn't eat." When I turn away, she continues to tell one of the soldiers. "I go now," she says, nodding as if giving herself permission to leave.“Where?” I ask Dante.“Hotel in Amsterdam. I can get you there in forty minutes.”“Does he know we found him?”Dante shakes his head. "The man who just delivered his dinner called. Soldiers are on their way, but it'll be about twenty minutes before they're on site.""Let's go," I say, then glance at the woman who has started sobbing again. One of the soldiers is holding on to her. Sh

Worth It

Callahan“I need to sit down,” David says. Antonio pulls the chair out, moves it around the desk and shoves it under him.David sits, tucks his free hand into his pocket and takes out a handkerchief to wipe his forehead.He looks up at Antonio, smiles a little, the look on his face strange before he turns his attention to me, that expression different, colder."I could have let you die, I didn't. It would have been better for Antonio if I'd let you die but I saved your life because he wanted me to. I did it for him."“What do you mean it would have been better for me?" Antonio asks.I can't peel my eyes from him. This man who, if what Fernando says is true, masterminded my family's massacre.“You don't know anything. Neither of you. You never knew your father, not really. How ruthless he could be. Only Michael saw that side of him. And you never knew your mother, either."I fist a handful of his hair, tug his head backward and lean my face close to his. "Then educate us because you k

Tears For Fears

PortiaShe leaves the door open so I can see a part of the bedroom and hear clearly. I scrub my hair as I listen to her talk to Mara, chastising her for not being in her seat. She was at the window."Let's get you changed. Mr. Petrov will be here soon.""Do you know him?" Mara asks her as she undresses her before dressing her again in a pretty pink dress hanging in a garment bag from the closet door."No, of course not. But he's paid handsomely for you. Just look at this dress he sent.""It's very pretty," Mara deadpans. I can see her face from here. She hasn't even looked at it.“And look at this. There's even a teddy bear for you.”"I'm fifteen. I don't play with teddy bears," Mara says.“You'll accept it and be grateful for it. Now sit.""Do you know how old he is?""Why would his age matter? Silly girl. Now sit down so I can arrange your hair the way he wants it."Mara turns to look at Helga, who has her back to me. Her eyes catch mine for just a brief moment. “I'm scared," she te

Out Of Time

PortiaHelga stumbles backward, the sound she makes, the low keening, strange almost inhuman. She catches herself on the vanity as Mara scrambles out of the way.My towel has fallen. I stand over the woman naked and raise the lamp again. I bring it down harder on her forehead. Blood splatters across the mirror and she drops to her knees, eyes unfocused, mouth open but no sound coming.Mara, who has backed away a few steps drops to her knees to stare at the woman.“Again," she says.I glance at her but she's staring at Helga. Helga turns her head to look at Mara.“Again," Mara repeats. “Harder."I bring the stand down one last time and this time, she falls backward, her bulk shoving the vanity, dropping a perfume bottle onto the carpet.Mara crawls toward her, peers at her face. She sits back on her heels and looks up at me. She smiles and begins to rock."He'll hurt you," she says to me.I drop down to my knees too, cover myself with the towel then take her hands. “Mara?"She blinks,

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