Tex's Revenge: Military Discipline, Book Two Read Free Page A

have been added for the express purpose of handcuffing people to it. It stood to reason that only evil people had their cars modified to facilitate casual prisoner transport.
    “You're very calm now,” he noted in his low, growling voice that made everything he said sound dreadfully dramatic.
    Zora looked out the window. The people in the cars whizzing by them on the other side of the road would have had no idea at all that they were passing an abduction in process. There was a certain elegance to the entire affair that she had to admire.
    “I guess,” she replied at length. Truth be told, part of her was glad just to be out of Iron Horse. The fact that she was being abducted was almost incidental. It was hardly her first go around with incarceration, Savage had been the man to pop her kidnap victim cherry and everybody knows that there's no time quite like your first time. Besides, she'd already tried an alcohol-fueled hysterical tire squealing escape and it hadn't worked. She was sobering up quite quickly thanks to copious amounts of coffee and junk food and had come to the conclusion that it was probably best to go with the flow until there was an opportunity to make a better, less wildly obtrusive escape.
    “You know where he is?” Tex tried a casually probing question, evidently hoping she was dimwitted enough to give Savage away in general conversation.
    “I have no fucking clue.” She swore languidly, with no great passion or malice. She should have been terribly upset with Tex, but she found herself feeling rather numb instead. She theorized that it was because people are only capable of feeling so much emotion. The first time something terrible happens they tend to react quickly and with a sense of outrage, but the more often terrible things happen, the lesser the reaction. Maybe she was just at a point in her life where being kidnapped by a strange man just wasn't enough to evoke sustained panic. Or maybe the cheesy chips were just really good.
    Tex frowned slightly. He was driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the back of his index and forefinger against his lips. His window was cracked a few inches and the wind streaming into the vehicle caught the longer strands of his dark hair and swept them back in a dashing sort of way. “Do you know what he does?” He asked, referring, presumably, to Savage.
    “Hardly,” Zora snorted. It was sort of a lie, but not entirely a lie. She really didn't know what Savage did, especially not these days.
    He glanced over at her. “Do you know what I do?”
    “Kidnap people and lie to them, I'm sure for some wildly noble cause,” Zora muttered, fishing around in the bottom of the bag for the little crunchy bits with all the flavoring on them.
    “If you know I'm lying, you obviously know more than you're letting on,” he deduced from her insightful reply.
    “Why? Because I can tell you're not really a friend?” She jangled her cuffs. “Doesn't take a genius to work that out.”
    Tex smirked unrepentantly. “Better to be safe than sorry. I don't want you running off.”
    “Sure,” Zora shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”
    He laughed. “You really don't care, do you?”
    “Does that ruin the fantasy?” A little snark slipped into Zora's voice. “Would it be better if I begged you to let me go?”
    He raised a brow at her, just one brow, a rather grim brow. “Let's not let a pleasant afternoon turn into something... less pleasant.”
    “Is that a threat? Because if it is, it's got to be in the running for vaguest threat ever.”
    “Zora...” Her name rumbled out of his throat in a threatening dark purr, which she blithely ignored.
    “I'm just trembling in my boots at the idea of possible unpleasantness,” she chortled, tossing the empty packaging onto the floor. “I'm hungry,” she then declared.
    “You just finished eating.”
    “Well I'm still hungry,” she insisted, attempting to cross her arms over her chest, but failing on account of