Page 17 of Inside of You, Vol. One
You look that way.
A man wearing a designer suit sits in a chair in front of the bed you’re on. The fabric is expensive and it accentuates his features. He is clean shaven and his short, reddish-brown hair is styled around his face. His gaze is on you.
A group of men stand behind him, armed with assault rifles and pistols.
You have no idea who any of these people are.
You return your attention to the man in the chair. You don’t want to admit it, but he’s good-looking. . .for an insane kidnapper.
He’s got an oval face, with a well-sculpted chin. His skin is tanned probably from being outdoors. A perfect five o’clock shadow coats his cheeks. He’s got a strong jaw line, with a mole directly below his bottom lip. His lips are full, but not overly so. He’s wearing a nice suit, with a tie around his neck. His eyes are a bright green, like freshly mowed grass.
His gaze is intense and penetrates you. “You have a very sexy body.”
You wish your hands weren’t tied behind your back so you could cover yourself.
He moves his gaze over your breasts and down to your legs. “Do you know who I am?”
You shake your head.
“Too bad.” He curves his lips into a smile. “However, I know who you are.”
You widen your eyes.
“You’re the reason why I haven’t been getting my shipment of guns on time.”
You have no idea what he is talking about.
The man rises from the chair and towers over you. “They call me the Scorpion.”
You raise your view to his eyes.
“Have you heard of me now?”
You shake your head, wishing you could speak.
“Hmmm.” He takes off his suit jacket. “Scorpions are not malicious creatures that stalk humans to sting.”
A stocky man with a long black beard sprints forward and grabs the jacket.
Now without the jacket, you can see the muscles pushing up against his white button up shirt. The man has biceps the size of bowling balls, and his shoulders ripple.
For some reason, the Scorpion looks your way and licks those full lips.
You inch back in the bed.
The Scorpion rips open his shirt-cuffs. Silver cufflinks fall to the floor.
A man with a bald head hurries over and picks them up.
The Scorpion neatly rolls up his sleeves.
And all you can wonder is what he is preparing for.
He finishes rolling up his sleeves and grins. “Scorpions are not even aggressive creatures. They’re timid and wary.”
You’re wondering what the hell you have to do with him and why he is mad.
“But when a Scorpion is bothered. . .” He walks over and kneels in front of you, putting his eyes level with yours. “The sting can be deadly.”
