Rage. It was all he could feel. He was bare chested in the middle of one of Miklos’ cells, staring at his brother in disgust and horror. For the last twenty-four hours, he, Miklos, Ajax, and a handful of men were working his brother over trying to find out who got him into the country.
They were keeping him alive and awake with enough morphine and uppers, the man was simultaneously stoned and jittery. Miklos passed him another needle, a mix of a serum used to pull information from spies and a relaxing agent. He injected it into his brother’s neck as Ajax held his thrashing head still.
A pinging noise had Miklos walking across the room back to the table. Kostas eyed him curiously as Miklos’ eyebrows met in the middle in a deep frown. “What is it?”
“They’ve taken Darya back at the compou
