“Why isn’t she screaming and shit?” Buzzard asked, staring at her curiously.
The other men turned to look at her inquisitively. As Ice had removed his hand when they had come out of the elevator, she had taken a deep breath of relief yet hadn’t made another sound.
“Even the women back at the compound would be screaming their fucking heads off,” Max agreed.
Grace didn’t think they expected a reply from her, and she was determined to keep her control as long as possible.
The men stopped at one of the doors on the side of the wall.
“Move your men back,” Ice yelled as Jackal keyed a number into the keypad.
After the door opened with a loud buzz, Jackal went through first, waving for Max to go through with the guard. Ice maneuvered her through the doorway when half of his men had passed to the other side. The flight of steps they came to looked daunting as they climbed downward.
They had gone down one flight when they stopped. Whatever was happening was at the front of the line, so Grace couldn’t see.
“Hang on. The shit is hitting the fan.” Ice’s menacing voice left no doubt that something had gone wrong.
She closed her eyes tightly, counting in her head to remain calm, when Ice picked her up. In the next instant, Grace thought she was falling down the steep steps. Clenching her eyes even more tightly shut, she prepared to die. Mentally, she was screaming inside her head while her lips remained silent.
As she was caught by another set of arms, her eyes opened in surprise to see Max. Jackal now held the guard in his hand as they went through an opened door on the side of the steps where chaos was reigning. Prisoners were everywhere, running up and down the halls, yelling and screaming.#p#分页标题#e#
Gunshots rang out.
“I guess they're through fucking around,” Ice commented as he took the lead, entering a large room. “Max, Jackal, stay with her until I can get these assholes under control.”
Max carried her to one of the tables, sitting her down in a chair. From her position, Grace saw Ice through the glass windows as he shouted at the other prisoners. Several of them had fallen to the floor with gunshot wounds. Ice, Buzzard, and two others managed to shut one of the doors, encasing her and them in the section of the prison.
Grace glanced around the room, seeing no way to escape. She was trapped in a large room with at least thirty prisoners having failed their escape. Something told her she wouldn’t make it home for Thanksgiving.
Chapter 6
“Today’s my lucky day.” Church’s loud voice startled Grace as he came into the common room. She sat still, like a mouse with a snake staring at her hungrily.
He came to where she was sitting, leaning his beefy hands on the table as he lowered his face toward her.
“You got anything to say to me?”
She was tempted to mouth off to him, but Max’s warning hand on her shoulder had her remaining silent.
“I didn’t think so. I’m surprised you haven’t pissed yourself. Maybe you have. Let me check.” He straightened, coming to her side.
“Back off.” Jackal stepped in front of her, blocking Church from touching her.
“You think you can stop me?” Church tried to bulldoze his way past Jackal, only to find himself abruptly lying on the floor. Jackal had moved so fast Grace had barely seen him deck the large man.
“I only say something once. I don’t repeat myself.” Jackal stood over the man, waiting for him to make another move.
“Calm down, brother. There’s plenty of her to go around.” Church leered at her as he got to his feet.
“I’m not your brother, and she belongs to Ice.”
Church’s face turned ruddy. “That bitch is mine.”
“Ice doesn’t share. You have a problem; take it up with him.”
While Church swung around, her own eyes searched for Ice, who was coming through the doorway with Max.
“You got a problem?” he asked, stopping in front of Church.
Church’s head jerked toward Jackal. “He said she’s your bitch. She’s mine. I don’t mind sharing, though. You can have her when I’m finished.”
Ice’s eyes went to her before coming back to rest on Church. “Now, I have a problem with that. We can deal with that later, or do you not want to get our asses out of here without getting killed?” Ice’s sarcasm had Church hesitating then nodding.
“Later,” he warned, moving aside.
Ice ignored him, coming to kneel down next to her. “You okay?”
It took a moment for her to find her voice. “Yes.”
“Stay by Max and Jackal. You need to take a piss, tell me. I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m not going to let you make trouble for me, either.” His hard gaze showed he would feel no compunction in hurting her if she didn’t listen to his warning.