Page 93 of My Crazy Killers
Love always,
Your Dex
Xox
The FBI won’t help us? You think they could at least confirm that I’d been kidnapped and smuggled into this country. It makes me more certain than ever that our plan to become hired, ethical mercenaries is the right one. Those agents had dropped the guys off here and wiped their hands of them, determined to literally do nothing as we did their job for them.
Canada was sounding better and better.
“Everything good?” Dimitri asks. I know he doesn’t really care about the contents of my letters; he’s just bored. This place has that effect on you. We barely leave our cells. No yard time, no cafeteria. Just trays slipped under our door three times a day. We were only allowed out of here one day per week when we were taken one at a time to the showers at the end of the hall.
Having to shower under the watch of a male guard is the worst part of my week. He doesn’t try anything, but he leers at me in a way that has my skin crawling.
“Yeah, fine,” I mumble in response as I read the other letters. Even though they pretty much said the same things each day. Obviously unable to tell me their exact plans, I still craved their words. Seeing their handwriting soothed me.
And thinking that they could be right outside this building right now helps settle me and lets me breathe easier, knowing I’m not completely alone.
I read and reread their letters before going back through the older ones, memorizing their words, since there’s not much else to do. I start to drift off to sleep when Dimitri whispers, “Hey! Killer! Heads up!”
I quickly sit up and shove the letters back under my mattress as the sound of footsteps reaches my ears. I sit on my cot, my back against the wall, and wrap my arms around my knees.
There are only two guards who would make Dimitri call out in warning. Mikhail, the one who leers at me in the shower, and Aleks, who hasn’t had the task of shower duty yet but still seems to make my skin crawl every time he’s near.
I found it was best to play demure when they were around. Showing my confident side had only earned me bruises from being roughly shoved into the wall or manhandled a little too roughly.
Dimitri stays at the front of his cell, his hands hanging through the bars as he watches them approach. They must just be doing their rounds since they don’t have a food cart with them. I keep my eyes down, but it doesn’t stop them from coming to a halt right outside my cell.
My heart starts to beat a little faster when I realize they’re standing there staring at me.
“Aren’t you two tired of picking on a little girl?” Dimitri asks them in Russian. There’s a loud bang, the sound of their baton hitting the bars, before Dimitri starts cussing up a storm at them.
I take a chance and peek up, only to find Mikhail staring at me with that slimy look on his face.
I know what he’s doing. He’s waiting for me to give him an excuse to come in here and get handsy. But I’m not stupid; if I keep my mouth shut, he has no reason to enter.
“You’re looking a little bored there, little doll,” he says in Russian. The fact that he uses the exact same pet name as Ivan sends a chill down my spine. I’d love to tell him what I really think of him, and that I can't wait to stab him in the neck, but I stay quiet.
“What? Cat got your tongue?”
“She’s no fun anymore,” Aleks says, giving us his attention now that he’s done with threatening Dimitri.
“Don’t worry,” Mikhail says with a smile. “Tonight she’s on the shower schedule, and you know there are no cameras in there.”
I can’t stop my reaction, my head shooting up to gawk at him. What does that mean?
“Filthy cowards,” Dimitri says before spitting at their feet. He jumps back before Aleks’s baton can connect with his hands, and gives them a glare that I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of.
“Come on,” Mikhail says, moving down the hall to do the rest of their rounds. The cells beside both of ours were empty, but I’ve heard prisoners at either end of the hall, so I know we’re not alone in this wing.
“We’ll be seeing you later,” Aleks says to me with a grin before moving out of sight.
I let my head lean back against the wall as I considered what they are trying to imply. “I don’t suppose you have a weapon hidden in those letters of yours?” Dimitri asks, sounding worried. I shake my head.
“What am I going to do?”
“I dunno, killer. I don’t know.” He gives me a sad look, then takes a seat on his own cot. There is nothing he could do to help. We always showered alone with the guards watching, so when Aleks and Mikhail take me in there tonight, it will just be them and me.
I quickly move off my cot and start pumping out some more push-ups. Maybe if I’m strong enough, I can fight back. Lord knows I’m gonna try.
