Chosen by the Governor by Jaye Peaches Read Free Book Online Page B

we’re friends. They got frisky with her and she ran off.”
    Frisky? Freya could guess at the meaning of that. “I’m sorry. Let me try. I’m new. They won’t know the drugs are for you. Where do I go?”
    Abby gave her directions and after the siren blared, signaling the end of the shift, she joined the throng heading home. Close to her building, she ducked down a shady lane. Following the twisting paths, she hunted for the two-story building that had been built under the shadows of a rock formation.
    She knocked on the door.
    A giant of a man opened it. “What do you want, pretty face?”
    “Um, antibiotics? Medicine. I’ve vouchers.”
    He waved her into the building. Low voices rippled around her, a few raised in laughter and occasionally there was a squawk. In the background, she heard grunting—the rhythmic sound of exertion. She kept her back to the door, just in case she needed to exit fast.
    “It’ll cost you,” the man grinned. “Kiefer! I’ve got a customer for you,” he yelled indiscriminately.
    An older man entered the room. His bald head was covered in tattoos and his bare arms rippled with leathery skin. “Who’s the cute girl?” he asked in heavily accented Vendian.
    “New one. After antibiotics. What’s the rate?”
    Kiefer rubbed his chin and flashed a smile. “Thirty vouchers.”
    Freya swallowed down a nervous lump. That was far more than she’d anticipated. “I’ve only twenty.”
    “Twenty, sure, plus I fuck you.”
    She stepped backwards and shook her head. “Just vouchers.”
    “You’re missing out,” Kiefer rubbed his groin. The bulge showed easily. “I’ll give you a special deal. Ten vouchers and a hard bum fuck. Or, twenty with your mouth on my cock.”
    She guessed at the meaning of the last word as she didn’t recognize the Vendian slang. “Neither. I’ll give you twenty now and another ten later. You can give me half the medicine.”
    Kiefer laughed—a horrible belly laugh. “Silly girl. You don’t get it. The only way you’ll get these drugs is if you take off your clothes and bend over. I’m not interested in vouchers. Everyone has vouchers. In here, it’s your holes I want.”
    Her stomach churned, warning her that danger lurked too close. It wasn’t worth it, there had to be another way. She shrugged her shoulders, masking their trembles. “Forget it. I’ll do without them.”
    He moved swiftly for his age, and before she knew it, he’d blocked her exit. “Forget it? How can I forget you? You’re in the right place and now that you’re here, I going to give you my half of the deal.”
    She gritted her teeth and fisted her hands. The fear she felt had to be boxed away. She needed to focus on a different outcome. She’d been trained in unarmed combat. A just-in-case policy, since spies usually didn’t get embroiled in fights, but now she was about to find out if it would stand up to a beefy man with a mean look on his face. She raised her fists and prayed.
    The door burst open behind him and he was knocked flying onto the floor. Through the doorway charged a dozen or so Vendu soldiers, their firearms in their hands and their faces covered with masks.
    “Search the whole building,” ordered their leader.
    Freya was bundled to one side and held against the wall. The frenzy of activity continued for several minutes, punctuated by shouts and the odd burst of gunfire. Her heart was beating so hard she thought it was about to erupt out of her chest.
    The soldiers frog-marched a string of men and a few scantily clad women into a lineup and bound their wrists behind their backs before trooping them outside. Freya had been kept separate.
    Through the door entered a man dressed entirely in black garb—Governor Marco. His presence heralded a huge wave of relief. She was safe.
    “Well,” he snapped. “What have you found?” He directed his question at the lead soldier.
    “Boxes of drugs. Obtained from the prisoner’s infirmary and kept here to be