Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
A young blond woman is standing at the end of the bar, and she walks over to greet us with a smile.
“Commander Voss.” She bows at the waist.
“Kira, this is Commander Wells. Show him to his quarters and make sure he has a comfortable stay.”
“Of course, Commander.” She smiles at me and bows again. “Commander Wells.”
“I’ll send someone to your room in the morning to bring you to your briefing,” Ingrid says. “Rest well, Commander. Peace, order, and prosperity.”
I nod. “Peace, order, and prosperity.”
Kira, dressed in a long, formfitting, sleeveless dress, leads me through another door and down another hallway before we reach our destination.
“Your quarters, Commander.” She opens the door and stands aside so I can enter.
I show no reaction to the lavishly furnished room. It has the same bamboo floors as the main room, two large leather sofas, a wall of bookcases filled with books and vases, massive urns with fresh, colorful floral arrangements, a large round wood table with chairs, and an upholstered chaise.
“May I show you your sleeping quarters?” Kira asks.
There’s something off about her, but I can’t place what it is. She reminds me of the AI voice on the recorded message I watched in McClain’s office. Too perfect.
The second room is as large as the first, with a king-size four-poster bed on the far wall. Art adorns this space, too. There are lounge chairs, a large dresser, and more tropical floral arrangements in here.
A door in the bedroom leads to a bathroom, which has a luxurious walk-in shower with multiple heads, a bathtub, and a vanity with a mirror. The toilet is in a separate room.
We don’t have many mirrors in camp. It’s strange to see so much of myself reflected in this one. I wish I could’ve brought Briar; she would love this bathroom.
“Dinner will be delivered soon,” Kira says. “Would you like oral sex before it arrives?”
I can’t hide my shock. She says it like a flight attendant giving preflight instructions, as though she’s done it hundreds of times. I recover as quickly as I can, clearing my throat. “Uh, no thanks.”
“I’m here for all your needs, all the time. There’s a button on the wall in the main room and in the bedroom that you can push to call me. I’ll arrange for food and drinks, clean clothing, or entertainment. You can have oral, vaginal, or anal intercourse with me. I can also bring more women to join us if you’d like.”
I nod, remembering I’m supposed to expect this. Like it, even. But this place is even more fucked than Blue Arrow. I want to complete my briefing as fast as I can and get the hell out of here.
“I want to be alone,” I say. “I’m tired.”
“Of course. I’ll leave your dinner in the main room.”
She leaves, and I sit down on one of the chairs, still trying to take it all in.
Twenty-four hours ago, I had no idea I’d be sleeping in a king-size bed on another island. I didn’t know there even were other regime islands. And I sure as fuck didn’t know a woman would offer me all her holes like a mindless sex doll.
The exhaustion hits me all at once. I hope this is the only night I have to spend away from Briar. I’d much rather be sweating in my cramped cot with her than sleeping alone in this bed.
20
“We need to strike back hard. That air strike was cold-blooded murder. I can fly a plane and my balls are big enough to drop a bomb right on Carson City. Just say the word.” - Decoded message from ILF undercover operative Nightingale to ILF handler Hiro Tanaka
Briar
I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.
My shoulders slump with disappointment because the screen in McClain’s office still says For Marcus Wells Only.
If he could’ve sent a message, he would have. It’s been a long nineteen hours of packing crates with supplies for a possible evacuation on less than two hours of sleep. I was hoping for something to reassure me that Marcus is okay before I finally lie down.
Even though I need to keep helping with our evacuation plans, I’m dead on my feet. Just a few hours of rest will keep me going.
We’ve had all hands on deck packing and moving supplies. The beach near our camp that we determined is furthest from the volcano’s reach isn’t protected by our shield, but Nova, Stella, and I decided we have to risk it. We’re keeping guards with the supplies at all times.
“I hope you’re okay,” I say to the screen, my eyelids leaden. “And I hope we aren’t all melted when you get back.”
I don’t even care that it’s at least one hundred fifteen degrees on this island right now. I’m not showering before I fall into bed and sleep like a rock in a pool of my own sweat.