Stone Cold Undercover Agent. Nicole Helm

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       Chapter Two

      Gabby was wrung out. Physically. Emotionally. It had been a long time since she’d had something to react so violently against. Her breathing was uneven and her insides felt scraped raw.

      She wanted to cry and it had been so long since she’d allowed herself that emotional release.

      She couldn’t allow it now. Not with the way this man studied her, intently and far too interested. She had become certain of her power in this odd world she’d been thrust into against her will, but she didn’t believe in that power in the face of this man.

      She closed her eyes against the wave of despair and the need to give up on this whole surviving thing.

      “Gabriella. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I’m going to say it even if you don’t believe it. I will not hurt you.”

      The worst part was that she was so exhausted she wanted to believe him. No one had promised her safety in the past eight years, but just because no one had didn’t mean she could believe this one.

      “I guess it’s my lucky day,” she returned, trying to roll her eyes but exhaustion limited the movement.

      “I know. I know. I do. Don’t trust me. Don’t believe. I just need you to go along with some things.”

      “What kind of things? And, more important, why?” She shook her head. Questions were pointless. The man was going to lie to her anyway. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. Do whatever you’re going to do.”

      “You fought me.”

      “So?”

      He stepped forward and she stumbled away. He shook his head, holding his hands up again, as if surrendering. “I’m sorry. I won’t. I’m not going to touch you.” He kept his hands raised as he spoke. Low, with a note to his voice she couldn’t recognize.

      Panic? No, he wasn’t panicked in the least. But there was something in that tone that made her feel like time was running out. For what, she had no idea. But there was a drive to this man, a determination.

      He had a goal of some kind and it wasn’t like The Stallion’s goals. The Stallion had a kind of meticulous nature, and he never seemed rushed or driven. Just a cold, careful, step-by-step map in his head to whatever endgame he had. Or maybe no endgame at all. Just...living his weird life.

      But this man in her room had a vitality to him, an energy. He was trying to do something and Gabby hated the way she responded to that. Oh, she missed having a goal, having some fight in her. The weary acceptance of the past two years had given her less and less to live for. Helping the other girls was the only thing that kept her getting up every morning.

      “What do you want from me?”

      “Just some cooperation. Some information. To go along with whatever I say, especially if The Stallion is around.”

      “Are you trying to usurp him or something?”

      He released a breath that was almost a laugh. “N—” He seemed to think better of saying no. “Who knows? Right now, I need information.”

      “Why should I give you anything?”

      He seemed to think about the question but in the end ignored it and asked one of his own. “Is it true...?” He trailed off, giving her a brief once-over. “They haven’t touched you while you’ve been here?”

      She stared hard at the man. “One time a guard tried to touch my chest and I knocked his tooth out.”

      The man’s full mouth curved a little at that, something so close to humor in his expression it hurt. Humor. She missed...laughing. For no reason. Smiling, just because it was a nice day with a blue sky.

      But she couldn’t think about all the things she missed or her heart would stop beating.

      “What happened to the guard?”

      Gabby shrugged, hugging herself against all this feeling. Thoughts about laughter, about the sky, about using her mind to put the pieces of the puzzle together again.

      You gave that up. You’ve accepted your fate.

      But had she, really, when the fight came so easily and quickly?

      “I don’t know. I never saw him again.”