Chapter 88
Any of Rikka’s fears of rape or torture were at least temporarily allayed by Franco telling Jason to “back the f**k off.” She’d been steeling herself for it, but didn’t know if her internal preparation had worked and was glad she didn’t have to find out.
Best policy of the moment? Stay quiet and listen, see what she could learn.
Which was disgustingly little. They assigned watches, so two of them immediately fell asleep while Manuel watched her.
She’d scanned the jet, but didn’t see any way out until they were down. The men were all heavily armed, but had no folders of paperwork that wanted investigating. Not even any books to read.
The tiny jet had only one thing that didn’t belong, other than her.
A coffin with a biohazard sticker pasted across the surface.
If that’s wh
