Page 53 of Gabe (Blue Team #2)

Delilah Watts—Mexico

I was cold.

So cold my teeth were chattering and my body was shaking in a way I had no control over.

This happened every night.

During the day I would try to break free until sweat drenched my clothes, then night would come and everything would be damp and I’d shiver until my muscles ached.

But it could’ve been worse, right? Tamir could’ve hurt me.

And not just because he was huge. I knew he was IDF.

I’d done his background check when Aviv had convinced him to come work for Abrams. The dossier I’d collected for the insurance company hadn’t begun to touch the surface of who he really was.

They didn’t need much information, just enough to insure him as the Abrams head of security.

But I dug until I found who he really was.

So, yeah, Tamir Cohen could’ve killed me a hundred different ways but he hadn’t.

So I was grateful.

Grateful enough to ignore the hunger pains. Grateful enough not to think about how it felt like I was swallowing glass and dirt because there wasn’t any saliva left in my mouth.

But I wasn’t grateful enough not to be scared.

Every day, every night, every second I’d been afraid.

We’d been on the move for months, never staying in the same place for two nights in a row.

Throughout this Tamir hadn’t spoken a single word to me.

Not one. He didn’t tell me not to speak or to be quiet.

He didn’t ask if I was hungry or needed a restroom.

He simply tossed food at me and stopped every few hours when we were driving so I could go to the bathroom. Sometimes on the side of the road.

He hadn’t hit me—as a matter of fact, he hadn’t touched me after he snatched me out of the hotel room I was hiding in. That was the last time I’d heard him speak, as well. He’d taken the call from Evette I’d set up.

He didn’t speak so I didn’t speak.

It creeped me out but I stayed silent, too afraid to break the seal. Too afraid to anger Tamir. I was quietly biding my time until I could get away. But I’d waited too long and now I was well and truly screwed.

What’s the saying? A day late and a dollar short.

I should’ve taken Zane Lewis up on his offer to help me.

I should’ve pushed aside my fear and asked Tamir questions. But mostly I should’ve found a way to escape sooner.

Now I was in what someone might consider a house. No electricity. No furniture. An empty kitchen. Bars on the windows. A door with two deadbolts. And since there was literally nothing in the house to steal they were meant to lock me in, not keep a thief out.

That scared me, too, what those locks said.

I was a prisoner.

I had a toilet and a trickle of murky water that dripped from the faucet.

And Tamir was gone. He had been for days.

I was not relieved my captor had abandoned me.

He’d spent weeks driving aimlessly around Mexico, not saying a word, freaking me the fuck out, then he dumped me at this house and left. The worst part? I stupidly walked into what would be my tomb. I was going to die in here.

Alone.

With my teeth chattering.

My belly empty.

My throat scratchy .

I was all out of hope.

I was officially one of those too-stupid-to-live women.

I deserved to die in this ramshackle house in the middle of nowhere.

I prayed Evette London was safe. I hoped she got everything she needed to bring down Aviv Abrams and stop his sick brain experiments.

The man was insane. His plan was insane. It was worth dying to stop him.

Those were my thoughts as I drifted in and out of sleep.

Cold and alone.

Will Delilah escape? Will anyone find her? Get the next book in the Blue Team series, Myles , and find out! :)