Yrah rubbed her face with her palms after she saw Frodo’s X-ray results. It was attached at the base of his spine, near his tailbone. A few months ago, Frodo had gone in for a routine check-up, was knocked out, and had the chip implanted in his spine while he slept. The docs told him they removed a suspicious-looking mole that might be cancerous.
So far, all of the ones they’ve found were in the hosts who’d died during the fights. They’d developed a way to extract the chip from the corpses without them detonating and had placed each of them in a safety box especially designed to contain the explosion within. The boxes were afterwards incinerated in a facility far, far away.
The warden had begun to evacuate the prisoners above ground to transfer them to other holding facilities in the meantime until this matter was resolved.
“AH, MON AMOUR!” Sobbing, Frodo wrapped his arms around the computer equipment retrieved by Tejano from the team who gathered the evidence and arrested Frodo originally.Yrah had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing as Frodo kissed the monitor, then picked up the mouse and the keyboard to kiss them lovingly, too.“Papa mizzed you, mes amis. Not to worry, we are together again!”Yrah had to bite down on her lower lip to keep her laughter in. Now she understood why fixing the Warden’s computer was a special treat for Frodo. He had a special affinity for the machine.They all slowly approached Frodo as the kid settled into his seat and got to work. Kuya Trojan and Tejano left to fetch the equipment the kid had requisit
Storyline by: Celestine_LemoirEnglish Translation by: Eva_HarlowePROLOGUEHe was a tidal wave.A dangerous tidal wave she should have avoided from the very beginning, but like a surfer seeking that final barrel in a fifty-year storm, she pushed through. She swallowed her fear and met his eyes.Those eyes that seemed to be calling for help, those eyes that spoke for his heart.“Love freely now, wild heart…” His voice was rough, gravelly, and as dark as a moonless night.Yrah found herself gaping at Trojan's brother as he said those words. She didn't know how long she stared at him like that, watching the mixture of sadness and joy in his gaze that seemed to have so much more to say.She watched a vein in his jaw jump, observed how the dimpled scar in his left cheek appeared with the slightest movement of his face, studied the rise and fall o
Danger. Warning bells resounded in her ears and when she closed her eyes, she saw flashing red lights, but try as she might, she could not forget Gresso. It was as though his name had been engraved in her memory. Her body was on strike against her. Her heart and mind were in constant battle, even when she had to really focus.From the day her sister’s husband Trojan was released from prison, she’d never been able to forget her encounter with Gresso. She knew deep in her soul that it was wrong. Gresso was a menace, a dangerous man—she was the front row witness to him sneaking in and taking away her first kiss like a thief in the night.Her first kiss. She couldn’t believe that an important milestone in her life that she thought she might share with a true love was stolen by a convicted felon!She bolted up from bed and pulled her own hair in frustration before remembering to exhale. Her pulse thudded like a woodpecker i
“You’ve lost your mind, Jobaira.” Yrah stared at the application letter in her hand.She knew it was illogical, but when she heard Trojan, Agent Tejano, and Agent Ysiah talking about Interpol’s plans to send temporary doctors to the supermax in Italy, she didn’t hesitate to sign up.In truth, the scope of her brother-in-law’s work amazed her. He saved the world every day.Over the years, she’d befriended his colleagues, Agents Tejano and Ysiah, who also treated her like a younger sister.Ysiah was a member of the Interpol medical staff, so when Yrah found out he would be the Attending physician on duty at the supermax prison, she got super excited. Ysiah had always
“Not enough to level a city block, surely?” Dr. Jaz queried.“I’ll answer this one,” said Agent Ysiah, who was sitting across from Yrah. “I’m sure you’ve heard of the poison Sarin, which kills in seconds. If you inhale even a bit, you’ll foam at the mouth, fall to the ground, and die. This chip is surrounded by a tiny silicone bag filled with Sarin. The silicone protects the host until it’s game time. After the chip is detonated, the Sarin spreads through the air. Anyone within an eight-foot radius of the victim will get a whiff of it and immediately die.”Yrah swallowed hard and wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt. This was for real. She’d already been trained, and mission briefed. She couldn’t back out now if she wanted. Tomorrow, they’d be flying to Sicily,
“THE LITTLE LADY IS MINE.”Yrah froze in her spot, her hand on Ysiah’s arm, and gaped at Gresso, who seemed to have stunned everyone. Even Ysiah, a veteran Interpol agent, reacted. He became absolutely still as though Yrah’s touch had turned him into stone. Not long after Gresso’s declaration, a guard came up behind him and tased him.His beautiful green eyes widened in surprise as his body convulsed from the electric shock, though it remained focused on her. Just before he dropped, an expression of helplessness entered his gaze, but Yrah couldn’t do anything. She’d been rendered immobile by the horror of everything she’d seen unfold in the last few minutes.When the guard stepped back as Gresso was prostrate on the ground, the inmate startled them
“Wiped out.”Ysiah tossed his pen on the table. He blew out his cheeks and rubbed his palms over his face before turning to look at his three colleagues. “We’d suspected this. Every single medical history we have on each inmate was erased and replaced with a fake. The Mossad intel was right. We’ve got nothing, so we must be careful. Just as we have people here, so would the cult. They have to protect their assets, after all.”“Mossad?” Zinc squeaked. “No one said anything about the Mossad being involved.”Ysiah glowered at the young red-haired American who was a junior analyst from the CIA and a fresh recruit. He graduated top of his class in med school from Johns Hopkins, but the kid was as raw as a green tomato. “The Mossad is just anoth
“Hey, Doc.” He took one last drag on his cigarette before flicking it to the floor.Yrah was outraged. She looked at the guard who said nothing when Gresso blatantly challenged his authority by littering. She charged him with her hands propped up on her waist. “Well? Why didn’t you tell him smoking is not allowed on the premises?” She pointed to the placard on the wall that said: “Vietato Fumare” underneath a cigarette with the universal prohibition logo stamped on it.The brown-eyed guard looked up at Yrah as if he just realized she was there, blinked at her, then stood only to pick up the cigarette, stub it against the side of the rubbish bin before tossing it inside. He returned wordlessly to his seat.Gresso tossed his head back and laughed like a loon. He dr
“AH, MON AMOUR!” Sobbing, Frodo wrapped his arms around the computer equipment retrieved by Tejano from the team who gathered the evidence and arrested Frodo originally.Yrah had to cover her mouth to keep herself from laughing as Frodo kissed the monitor, then picked up the mouse and the keyboard to kiss them lovingly, too.“Papa mizzed you, mes amis. Not to worry, we are together again!”Yrah had to bite down on her lower lip to keep her laughter in. Now she understood why fixing the Warden’s computer was a special treat for Frodo. He had a special affinity for the machine.They all slowly approached Frodo as the kid settled into his seat and got to work. Kuya Trojan and Tejano left to fetch the equipment the kid had requisit
Yrah rubbed her face with her palms after she saw Frodo’s X-ray results. It was attached at the base of his spine, near his tailbone. A few months ago, Frodo had gone in for a routine check-up, was knocked out, and had the chip implanted in his spine while he slept. The docs told him they removed a suspicious-looking mole that might be cancerous.So far, all of the ones they’ve found were in the hosts who’d died during the fights. They’d developed a way to extract the chip from the corpses without them detonating and had placed each of them in a safety box especially designed to contain the explosion within. The boxes were afterwards incinerated in a facility far, far away.The warden had begun to evacuate the prisoners above ground to transfer them to other holding facilities in the meantime until this matter was resolved.
Agent Ysiah cursed a blue streak when he discovered that two of the men Gresso had killed during the fights had chips embedded in their spine. They could have detonated at any time, during the fight or the autopsy. A surgeon from the hospital was able to remove the packets without problems and they immediately delivered the evidence to their mission specialist. The complete postmortem examination of the handful of dead prisoners found to be embedded with the packet had to be done in secret.“We can’t just remove the packets from the bodies. Look at this.” Yrah pointed to the full-body X-ray and MRI results of one of the inmates. “The packets extracted from Cadaver A and Cadaver B were both found in the lumbar region. If you take a closer look, you will see that the packets are grafted onto the spinal cord via artificial ganglia that the bodies readily assimilate, as they function li
Yrah couldn’t concentrate even though she was supposed to be monitoring a patient they needed to rush to the hospital. Technically, it wasn’t even her shift, but Jaz had food poisoning and couldn’t get out of bed, so Yrah had to cover for her.She couldn’t stop looking at her wristwatch. It was almost eight in the evening. Frodo said Gresso’s match would start at eight. She told the kid to convince—beg—Gresso to call off the fight, but Frodo only said that his Patron would not listen. She would have gone herself, except she was needed at the clinic.One of the undercover guards approached her and offered her a canned coffee drink, but Yrah refused. “Oh, no. I don’t need to be jumpier than I already am.” She rechecked her watch. “How much longer do you think Dr. Z would take?”“He should be back in about thirty minutes. He only went to the other medical center to fetch some vaccin
Gresso’s grip tightened around the bandage he was holding. His jaw clenched, adding to the grimness of the already dark expression painted on a face that still bore evidence of his last fight.He could also feel Frodo’s worried stare. The kid seemed to have lost hope of convincing him not to fight because he knew Gresso wouldn’t hold back, either.Gresso’s body was still sore, and his knee was the size of a watermelon, but he needed to go out there tonight. It wasn’t just about the pot money he could give to Frodo for another round of his mother’s chemo. First, he didn’t want the kid going out there because of how skinny and weak he was. He wouldn’t last ten seconds in the arena. Frodo was annoying as hell, but Gresso didn’t want him sent back to his sick mother in a body bag.Frodo used to hack into systems and hold them for ransom just to get money for his mother’s treatments. Gresso believed he was a good kid. He
Yrah stared blankly at the files in front of her. She and her team are in the conference room, discussing the inmates who'd been found with chips, but her mind was somewhere else. She couldn't forget her last conversation with Gresso. She touched her neck, remembering the sensation of his hands clasped around her throat as he tried to squeeze the life out of her.If he'd wanted her dead, he could have just easily broken her neck. The look in his eyes when she confronted him with what she'd learned from Agent Tejano would haunt her for a long time. She'd been upset that he wasn't forthcoming about explaining himself or his side of the story, but it had hurt him that she had no faith in him. And when he saw in her eyes that he'd frightened her, that's when he'd shut down.It had already been a week since the two of them parted, and she just couldn't stop thinking about how angry he was when he left her on the floor of that corridor. She'd challenged him, call
Agent Tejano talked about Gresso like he was some kind of sorcerer with some otherworldly sway over women. Yrah’s eyes glazed with tears. Was that why it had been so easy for him to get into her pants? Because he had a unique talent for it and how he seduced her was his modus operandi for every woman?The bitter laughter almost spilled from her mouth. She didn’t like the way this conversation was going. She couldn’t get enough air. She wanted to be alone so she could smash her skull repeatedly into concrete. She spent twenty years in school, four of those in medical school, only to be tricked by the “Destroyer.” Son of a bitch. She had to be a special kind of idiot.He probably wasn’t even attracted to her. Maybe he saw her the first time and marked her for target because she had the word “Victim” stamped on her forehead. Who knows. He almost had her sister before. What if he only hit on her because she resembled her Ate Bella?He must have detected she
“I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED.”Yrah could only lower her head in shame when she heard the gravity of Agent Tejano’s tone. He was their handler, their supervisor. She didn’t know what kind of hiding she could have done earlier when the agent came to knock on her door. It was even worse when she found out that her brother-in-law, Kuya Trojan, was sitting in the warden’s office. She would rather be outside eating dirt right now.She pursed her lips together and balled up her hands into fists at her sides. Gresso was in another interrogation room with his brother, arguing over what happened to them while she was here, in another room with Agent Tejano.They were probably separated, so they couldn’t conspire together and tell one story. Just like the criminals on TV. Whoever was the first to sing got the deal.Agent Tejano was sitting across from her, studying her with a look of dismay and disgust; she didn’t know wha
She’d been so out of it that she didn’t realize he was already naked. When did he take off his clothes? When he kissed her and allowed her to taste her own essence from his tongue, he parted her thighs to make room for himself in between them.She gasped when something hard and blunt brushed against the sensitive petals of her feminine core. Her eyes widened with discovery, and for a moment, she stopped kissing him back.Yrah meant to take in air, but Gresso sucked her lower lip and bit it. Groaning, he rubbed himself against her, seeking entrance to her wet heat.Yrah was getting dizzy. She hadn’t seen his penis yet, but just from the way it felt prodding against her, she feared it was a big one, and it was going to hurt like hell entering her.“G—Gresso—”“Shh…” He kissed her jaw, the side of her head, then her ear. “It’s just going to hurt for a little bit, honey-bunny, but after that, it’ll be paradise, I promise. It’s going be so good,