The mafia’s captive
The screen on the wall lit up, showing the Spider perched on an overturned crate in a dim safehouse.
Luka and Ryder were arguing again—this time about ration packs.
“I swear, if I eat one more powdered egg, I’ll throw myself into a minefield,” Ryder muttered, poking the grayish mush.
“I haven’t had coffee in three days,” Luka whined, rubbing his temples. “Do you understand what that does to a man’s soul?”
Spider burst out laughing. “You two sound like you need diapers, not weapons.”
Cassie, seated on a blanket near the corner with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, laughed so hard she almost choked. Her hair was cleaner now, her bruises fading, eyes sparkling with a fire that hadn’t dimmed.
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