Morgue (IRON TZARS MC #11) by Marteeka Karland EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Marteeka Karland
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Dorothy
Moans from other women in the shitty little shack filled the air. I
knew the feeling. My head throbbed and every muscle in my body ached.
The rooms were paper thin so we could all hear the screams of the others
around us. The cruel laughter of men. The frightened whimpers of the
women. And girls. I had absolutely no idea where I was or how long I’d
been there, but I knew it wasn’t Kansas.
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“Levántate, perra. Afuera.”
“I don’t understand.” It wasn’t a new thing. And I’d paid for not
knowing Spanish more than once since I’d been taken.
“¡Ahora!” The guy knew I didn’t understand. It felt like he took
pleasure in the fact I didn’t understand so he could single me out. I shrank
back, trying to make myself smaller in the face of the brutality I knew was
about to happen. He lunged forward and backhanded me before grabbing
my arm and shoving me out of the tiny room I shared with five other girls.
I hit the floor, my knees slamming onto the hard dirt. Pain shot from
my knees up my thighs, and I cried out. When I tried to get up, the guy
kicked me in the side. My head spun with all the sudden movements. I
thought it was also some kind of lingering effect of the drugs they kept
shooting me full of. They did it to everyone who fought. Unless they
wanted us to fight. I got dosed often.
“Perra estúpida,” he muttered. I got the “stupid” part, and I could
only assume the other was “bitch,” but it could have been anything. The
kick knocked the breath out of me and sent pain exploding through my ribs.
I groaned but knew better than to make too much of a fuss. Noise drew
attention I didn’t want. Attention meant someone was about to hurt me
worse than I already was.
“¡Escuchen!” The big brute swept his hand through the air,
obviously wanting everyone’s attention. He spoke in a string of rapid-fire
Spanish I didn’t understand. I was pretty sure something horrible was about
to happen and I sincerely hoped it didn’t have anything to do with me. I’d
been here maybe a week. Seemed like longer. I was surprised this guy or the
men and women with him hadn’t done more than terrorize me or the other
women. Though I was sure the qualifier “yet” needed to be added. There
was no way they’d brought us here for tantalizing conversation. Though I’d
been smacked around a lot and was covered in bruises, they hadn’t seriously
harmed me. Again, there was that fucking qualifier hanging over my head.
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