Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"Who's in the conference room?" I ask, wanting to change the subject because the references to me being an invalid are eating away at me.
Pain is pain. We all experience it, but it's a whole lot easier to tell someone that having a moment of weakness is completely normal than being the one on the receiving end of that sympathy.
"New Mexico," he mutters. "They got here twenty minutes ago."
"Is that common?" I ask.
My only direct experience with Cerberus, aside from the training I went through for the job, was the prep for this last mission and now. Kincaid was here both times.
Zeus shakes his head.
He told me a little about what happened at the compound when we got back, even though getting those little pieces of information was like pulling teeth.
Nyx lost his shit to the point that there's little doubt he'll be in Cerberus much longer.
Melody, the waitress from the diner, is actually a badass Robocop who set the raid in motion.
Bobby ate the fucking business end of his handgun before any agent or member of Cerberus could get their hands on him.
They recovered his computer, but a lot of the files had been compromised before they got it.
A lot of the girls were at a processing unit in Knoxville, many refusing to give their real names even after being assured they were safe.
"He said we'll have a meeting later to debrief," Zeus says. "I doubt he expects you to be there."
"And why the fuck would I miss it?" I growl, lifting a hand to press to my ribs as I groan in pain.
He waves his hand in front of him, moving it up and down to indicate my body.
"My ears still fucking work," I snap, my anger only coming out in my voice rather than body movements because, if anything, I'm a quick fucking learner.
"Why cause yourself extra pain?" he argues back. "There's no fucking point in it."
"I didn't spend the last three weeks of my life in that shithole to stay upstairs and take a nap while everyone else is debriefed."
I don't even bother to start the argument once again about how I ended up in his room. I presume it was because no one wanted me to be the only one in the other house, as if more than just Zeus thinks I'm going to fucking die if someone doesn't have eyes on me.
The only reason I didn't argue that point at the time is that the vehicle transporting me back here was parked outside of this house, and the walk to the other house seemed a million miles away. I really thought I could go to bed and sleep for a couple of days, but the pain radiating from every inch of my body makes it too damn hard to get comfortable in any position.
The walk over to the other house seems just as daunting now as it did early this morning, or maybe I've somehow subconsciously convinced myself that being in Zeus's room is where I really want to be.
"Fuck me," I wince when I sense motion on the other side of the room.
The pain it causes to simply try to look over my shoulder makes me wonder if the doctors missed something during their many examinations.
I catch Nyx walking by, his eyes filled with rage.
He only pauses at the conference room door long enough to turn the handle before going inside.
"Oh shit," Zeus mutters, his eyes locked in the same direction as mine. "That can't be good."
The man doesn't even bother to close the door all the way behind him, which just reinforces the fact that Nyx doesn't give a fuck about anything, certainly not what others may think of him.
I don't know if New Mexico is here because of the raid on the compound or if they're here to sever ties with Nyx after how he acted.
Conversation is hushed, neither Zeus nor I talking.
It's never easy to bear witness to someone on your team getting their asses ripped, but neither of us moves to leave the room. Curiosity keeps us locked in place.
Despite feeling like a snoop, I crane my neck as best as I can to hear better, but I don't think that the partially open door would filter much of what comes next.
"You're not fucking listening," Kincaid roars. "You can't pull that shit."
I'm unable to hear Nyx's response, but it's surprising that, given how angry the man seems to be, he doesn't raise his voice back. I doubt it's respect for the club's highest leader that keeps him cool and calm. It's just further proof that he couldn't care less about what others think of him.
"You could've just left him to fucking die then," Kincaid snaps, pausing a second before speaking again. "Humane? There isn't a single fucking thing on this earth that makes me think you give a flying fuck about humanity when it comes to men like him."