Comrades in Action Magnus Gauthier Book 9

He doesn't have any inkling of how long he'd been chained and held captive in this dark cell. The unending screams of pain and torture... the stench of this place... these are the only reminder he has to let him know what dire situation he's in.

It was his last mission- to penetrate a lair of businessmen who are responsible for trafficking children into slavery.

"Should we just kill the bastard? No one wants to buy him because of his violent tendencies! It's bad for business."

They are going to kill him. Fuck... he took this mission to be free. But it seems like this will only lead him to his death.

He felt the cold metal of a gun against his head. He clenched his jaw when he heard the warden cocked it.

Fuck... is this the end?

Just as when he thought he was about to meet his maker, a soft angelic voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Him."

His eyes snapped open. He looked ahead and there, just outside his cell, stood a woman who looked so out of place in this shit hole. She was wearing a pristine white dress. Her rich platinum blonde hair flowing down the small of her back.

She looked like a goddess who paid hell a visit.

"This one's out of your control, signorina."

All his thoughts came to an abrupt halt when the woman gazed at the warden. Her angelic aura suddenly vanished in a snap. In its place was a cold... calculating... and deadly aura.

"I. Want. Him." She said, enunciating every word with warning.

"I-I'll take care of the papers."

He frowned about the way the warden behaved. It was like he's... fucking afraid.

"I like the color of your eyes. Deep blue and dark like an ocean during a thunderstorm."

He scowled, "Is that why you decided to buy me? Because you like my eyes?"

She tilted her head to the side and regarded him with a look he couldn't fathom. For the first time he felt restless. Never had he encountered a person he couldn't read.

She smirked

"Who knows? I might also like the way you moan under me."