Perilous

Chapter One

Perilous

Chapter One

Cammie POV

Southern Europe, Somewhere In Greece

"You said it was up to me! You said the gun was mine!" I screamed, turning away from him.

"Well, I lied. You should know that, my pretty little Chameleon. You're the best of us all." He lifted the ponytail I'd been forced to wear and pulled on it, causing my head to fall back against his shoulder.

I fought the urge to hiss through my teeth as his eyes connected with mine, those bright, awful, evil green eyes. "You said I could trust you." The words weren't sad or pleading or regretful, but threatening.

"Oh, baby." He pouted slightly before growling into my ear. "No one can trust anyone."

And before I could bite back a reply, his lips were attacking my neck and shoulder in a crazed frenzy.

"You're mine, you know that? You will never escape me, no matter how fast you run." He kissed me roughly on the lips before returning to my neck.

"Zion?" I gasped out.

He hissed, biting just above my collar bone. "What?"

"You're right." Suddenly my voice was level and cold, not gasping and breathless with pleasure. "No one can trust anyone."

And without warning, I reached up and grabbed two fistfuls of his chocolate brown locks, pulling down as I brought my knee up, slamming his head against the bone.

"No one." I glared at his lifeless body as it fell to the floor.

I slipped out of the stupid dress I was wearing, sliding into my usual leather pants and black zip-up bodysuit top, along with my leather high heeled boots. I left my top unzipped a bit and got rid of the pink gloss that covered my mouth and used bright red lipstick instead. Finally, I took out my ponytail, shaking my waist-length blonde hair out.

"Blasted ponytail," I grumbled under my breath.

Turning around, my hands grabbed two guns from the dozens of weapons strapped to and hidden in my outfit, one for each hand.

My eyes were drawn to Zion's body still lying on the floor.

Narrowing my eyes as he began to stir, I kicked him in the head once more before turning to the elevator.

"Forget completing 50 missions. I'm getting the fuck out of here."

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"Devil's Cherry," One of the guards watched with awe and attraction as I walked out of the elevator. He was obviously new. And younger than the others.

"Where's Zion?" The other guard questioned. He looked familiar, but considering the standard guard uniform only showed eyes, I couldn't exactly tell. Actually, I probably could, I just didn't care enough.

"The fuck do you care?" My eyebrows raised in annoyance as I tucked the guns I was holding back into their holsters.

His hands tightened around his gun.

I recognized it as a Bushmaster BA50 black bolt action rifle. Nice weapon. Long-range accuracy. A little large for my taste, though.

"I care because if anything happened to the asshole, the mistress would have my head."

"True, but I wouldn't be calling him an asshole if I were you. Even if he is one, don't call him that. He'd kill you in a second. And if he didn't, he'd have me kill you."