Unleashed (Mr. Black Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

course. Seems you had a little accident. My men here found you. If you think about it, they saved your life. Some might say you owe us.” He leaned in.
    “Who would say that?” I asked in a tight voice.
    “Many. I think many would say that,” he replied, nodding an inch away from my face. “Don’t you guys think he owes you a thank you?”
    The men littering the room spouted off in agreement.
    “What do you want?” I asked, moving my arms away from the splintering wood.
    “We want what all men want…a hot meal at the end of the day and a soft woman to lie next to at night,” he said, rubbing his clean shaven chin.
    “And how am I supposed to help with that?” I asked, staring at the crumbling ceiling.
    “We will see if your government would be willing to pay for you. Until then, you will stay here. I hope the accommodations are to your liking?” He chuckled.
    “They aren’t going to pay.”
    “You better hope they do, or you have some useful information for me.”
    “I ain’t saying shit. Fuck you.”
    He clenched his fist and planted it right across my jaw.
    “You’re gonna sing, and you’re gonna make it pretty,” Cheng demanded.
    I spat a mixture of blood and saliva in his face. “Fuck you!”
    “Fuck me?” he echoed, taking another swing.
    My face lurched to the right, the searing pain reverberated along my jaw.
    “I don’t fuckin’ know anything, you son of a bitch!”
    “Stop lying to me,” he said, taking the knife out of his pocket and stabbing me in the thigh with it.
    I gritted my teeth to hold back any groans that would give him any sense of pleasure.
    “Americans are pretty funny. You have this sense of loyalty that I never understood,” he said as he paced around my chair.
    “Then kill me, you muthafucker.”
    “Now, now, now. Don’t be rash. Just because they aren’t going to save you, does not mean you can’t save yourself.”
    “What the fuck does that mean?”
    “You know what I mean. Don’t act dumb. Or is it an act? You are an American, after all. Just fuckin’ tell me what you know of the ground movement of the U.S. forces in the Afghani region,” he said, sounding annoyed by the conversation.
    “Don’t you understand? I don’t know shit! I’m a fuckin’ grunt. I just do what I’m told.”
    “I don’t believe that for a second. Your rank says different, and I’m not an idiot. Do I look like an idiot to you?” he asked calmly.
    I didn’t reply.
    He let off half a smile before his lips turned down, divulging his true feelings. Cocking his fist back, he belted out a long wail as he propelled it into my already churning gut.
    Blood shot out of my mouth and on to the concrete floor as I coughed. “Like I said…you’re going to sing, and you’re going to make it pretty.” He shook his hand out, rubbing his knuckles.
    “You hit like a little pussy,” I said, spitting more blood on the floor.
    He chuckled. “A pussy, huh?”
    “Well, maybe a pussy was too kind…is there something less than hittin’ like a pussy?”
    He pulled his .380 ACP from his brown leather shoulder holster and pressed the cold metal of muzzle to my temple.
    “Just do it,” I cajoled.
    He chuckled. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    “No, but I’m sure you would.”
    “You won’t see me again, but just know that my second in command will know just how unhelpful you have been to me!” he said, belting the butt of the gun at the base of my skull.
    I felt the pain careen through my head before the world went black.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    THE SECOND DAY
     
     
    My eyes cracked open slowly to survey my new accommodations. I was no longer in the room, cuffed to the chair with Mr. Cheng hovering over me. The gray concrete floor and walls seemed to bleed together losing their respective borders.
    My lungs, still charred from the grenade blast, burned as I coughed and tried to take shorter breaths in order to accommodate the pain. The agonizing screams coming