Arms dealer Riley Dawson refused the coffee. "It's not dark enough!" he snarled.
Annie Ravenwood Jones Dawson took the coffee away, shaking. She couldn't face another night of Riley, or another hour of his wrath. The children were scared. Why was Riley back here? He didn't love her – he'd just used her.
The Russian KBG constantly watched their apartment. There was no way she could see to escape. They'd only hand her back to her husband. And if she were to escape - Riley Dawson had business associates everywhere and they wouldn't hesitate to kill her, or threaten the children.
Annie went to the stove. She'd given up on escape or rescue a long time ago. She'd had to... Dawson had threatened to kill her and the children. Her compliance had bought her no loyalty and increased the danger.
"ANNIE!" he snarled.
She looked at her trembling hands, and then to ceiling. Slowly she balled her fists into fists. "I need to be safe," she whispered. "But I don't know how. I just don't know..." Annie swallowed her tears, as Dawson's frame filled the doorway.
She knew what was next.
"I can take a punch to the jaw as well as any Jones," she thought, lying to herself. "Been going through this for years... besides... I deserve it." That was a lie too - but she was afraid to consider the truth.
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanfictionIn 1945 archaeologist Indiana Jones was called on one last mission. Now, even in 1960, it haunts him as his youngest daughter, Emily Jones - just as rough and tumble and skilled in handling trouble as her father - scrambles after his legacy to pro...
