The Tiger's Mail Order Mate (Paranormal Shifter Romance) by Jade White Page A
Authors: Jade White
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Adult, Erotic, Shifter, Dark Secrets, purchase, Mate, tiger, Mail-Order Bride, Website, Hidden Motive, Chances, The One
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restraint to her wrists. “Do you know how much these Blackwater people cost me? It is insane. The government wouldn’t give me the human resources to track you two down, saying it was too delicate of a situation, so I had to hire outside help. At least I’ll get reimbursed for it down the road.”
Sonja bit her tongue to stifle a retort as she looked back and saw the unconscious Russell being dragged out of their shared room by two men in heavy body armor. She hoped that they won’t find the SD cards she had stashed in the small, dingy room.
“He’ll be fine.” Bankes said as he ushered her out of the hostel. “You know, we have quite the dossier on you, Ms. Fedorenko. I have orders from the Russian government to kill you on sight, but it would be such a shame to waste such potential. You wanted to defect? Well, we’ll give you that chance, just not in the way you had hoped. We won’t kill Russell, either. You two are the absolute perfect pair and to waste such an opportunity would be very foolish.”
They stopped at a black SUV. He opened the door and shoved her into the back seat. “We have ways to break people. You’ve heard about Project Monarch back in the fifties and sixties? It never did end. I can tell you this because by the time we’re done with you, you won’t even remember your own name, let alone this conversation.” he closed the heavy bulletproof door.
Sonja craned her neck to see Russell being unceremoniously dumped into the back of another black SUV. Bankes bent over and clasped something around his neck, paying attention to the implant at the base of his skull. It was a suppression collar. Sonja recognized it from her time in the Russian splicer program, and it was used when the implant had been tampered with in some way.
She sighed and sat back in the seat as Colonel Bankes slipped into the driver’s seat. “You’re about to get driven around by a Colonel, little lady, it’s your lucky day. We’re just going to head to the airport, load you two onto a private jet and it’s off to la la land for you,” he announced as he clicked in his seatbelt.
She didn’t say anything in reply, as he put the key in the ignition and drove off. She was too busy trying to formulate a plan to escape.
CHAPTER SIX
As the SUV pulled up to the airplane, a black hood was roughly pulled over Sonja’s red head. “We can’t let you see where we are going, so you need to be hooded. We know your accelerated metabolism will clear out any sedatives we put in you, so you get to wear a hood. Makes sense, we always hood birds of prey we keep before we send them out,” Colonel Bankes said after he pulled the black hood down over her eyes.
Sonja remained silent as she was pulled to her feet and dragged out of the SUV and up the stairway into the small jet. She was shoved into one of the seats and belted in. The seat under her felt like leather, or leather substitute. It was too cushy and well-padded to be an airline seat, so that meant she was on a private jet. She felt someone brush past her and sit down to her right, and then the air move next to her left as another large body sat down on the other side. So, she had two armed guards next to her at the very least.
She heard the sound of Russell’s feet being dragged across the carpeted floor towards the back of the plane and unceremoniously dumped on the floor. She knew in the back of her head that he would be alright.
She flipped through her mental rolodex for which potential black site Bankes was taking them. There was not much in the way of escape in the middle of the Pacific, but if they were lucky, there was one in Okinawa.
She felt the plane beginning to taxi along the runway before takeoff. Sonja shifted a little in her seat and decided to bide her time. “Hey, I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.” A gruff male
Sonja bit her tongue to stifle a retort as she looked back and saw the unconscious Russell being dragged out of their shared room by two men in heavy body armor. She hoped that they won’t find the SD cards she had stashed in the small, dingy room.
“He’ll be fine.” Bankes said as he ushered her out of the hostel. “You know, we have quite the dossier on you, Ms. Fedorenko. I have orders from the Russian government to kill you on sight, but it would be such a shame to waste such potential. You wanted to defect? Well, we’ll give you that chance, just not in the way you had hoped. We won’t kill Russell, either. You two are the absolute perfect pair and to waste such an opportunity would be very foolish.”
They stopped at a black SUV. He opened the door and shoved her into the back seat. “We have ways to break people. You’ve heard about Project Monarch back in the fifties and sixties? It never did end. I can tell you this because by the time we’re done with you, you won’t even remember your own name, let alone this conversation.” he closed the heavy bulletproof door.
Sonja craned her neck to see Russell being unceremoniously dumped into the back of another black SUV. Bankes bent over and clasped something around his neck, paying attention to the implant at the base of his skull. It was a suppression collar. Sonja recognized it from her time in the Russian splicer program, and it was used when the implant had been tampered with in some way.
She sighed and sat back in the seat as Colonel Bankes slipped into the driver’s seat. “You’re about to get driven around by a Colonel, little lady, it’s your lucky day. We’re just going to head to the airport, load you two onto a private jet and it’s off to la la land for you,” he announced as he clicked in his seatbelt.
She didn’t say anything in reply, as he put the key in the ignition and drove off. She was too busy trying to formulate a plan to escape.
CHAPTER SIX
As the SUV pulled up to the airplane, a black hood was roughly pulled over Sonja’s red head. “We can’t let you see where we are going, so you need to be hooded. We know your accelerated metabolism will clear out any sedatives we put in you, so you get to wear a hood. Makes sense, we always hood birds of prey we keep before we send them out,” Colonel Bankes said after he pulled the black hood down over her eyes.
Sonja remained silent as she was pulled to her feet and dragged out of the SUV and up the stairway into the small jet. She was shoved into one of the seats and belted in. The seat under her felt like leather, or leather substitute. It was too cushy and well-padded to be an airline seat, so that meant she was on a private jet. She felt someone brush past her and sit down to her right, and then the air move next to her left as another large body sat down on the other side. So, she had two armed guards next to her at the very least.
She heard the sound of Russell’s feet being dragged across the carpeted floor towards the back of the plane and unceremoniously dumped on the floor. She knew in the back of her head that he would be alright.
She flipped through her mental rolodex for which potential black site Bankes was taking them. There was not much in the way of escape in the middle of the Pacific, but if they were lucky, there was one in Okinawa.
She felt the plane beginning to taxi along the runway before takeoff. Sonja shifted a little in her seat and decided to bide her time. “Hey, I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.” A gruff male
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