Resistance by Jan Springer Read Free Book Online Page B

strength showed in the
defiant way she’d carried herself when he’d first seen her at the Pleasure
Palace, and then again when he’d met her at the safe house after she’d been
rescued.
    Blade shook his head and tried to remember back to a time
before the Wars. To before the X-virus. When a normal evening meant taking a
woman out to dinner and then to his bed. Where a regular work day meant performing
pap smears, breast exams and informing a patient of her pregnancy, then moving
to the adjoining examination room to tell another patient she had stage four
ovarian cancer.
    Fuck, his life had all been so normal. So routine he’d even pondered
the idea of settling and marrying a sweet, quiet nurse he’d been dating. And then
the X-virus had come along and screwed his world. Hell, it had screwed everyone’s
world.
    Yet even in this crappy new States there were still jewels.
Sexy women like his boss Bev and Tyler’s woman Laura…and now Reena.
    Reena. Or maybe he should call her Red. That had been his
nickname for her. He’d never imagined the Resistance called her Red, too.
    Red, with the flaming red hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. Red,
who’d proudly worn gold rings on her large pink nipples and teased him with a
bellybutton ring, and made his knees melt when he’d seen her labia rings.
    She hadn’t shied away from showing off those rings. Maybe
she’d had them removed since their meeting? Or had she accepted them as part of
her body?
    The first time he’d entered the safe house where the SKULL men
had taken her, his pulse had picked up speed as her moans echoed from one of
the bedrooms. When he’d peeked into the open doorway and spied her lying spread-eagle
on the bed, his body had tightened in awareness, his cock and balls tensing and
swelling like a son of a bitch.
    She’d been naked and moaning. Damned irresistible too with
her tangled red hair billowing around her face while she thrashed beneath the
mouths of two men—one tending her breasts and one lapping between her thighs.
She’d begged them to fuck her.
    Oh man, he’d wanted to undress. Wanted to take her. To claim
her for his own.
    But she was only pleading because of the drugs. He wanted
more than just fucking a woman pumped full of sex drugs. He didn’t know how
long he’d watched those SKULL men fucking her. Could have been minutes. Could
have been hours. But the imprint of her naked and writhing beneath the erotic
handling of the men was forever etched into his mind.
    Sexy woman.
    And she would have to die.
    Here. Now. Right in front of Cade Outlaw.
    Lifting the assault rifle, he peered through the night-vision
scope and took a bead on Red. She sat on a fallen log in front of a small fire
that fully illuminated her. Vulnerability flickered across her face in the
waves of yellow firelight.
    One shot to the brain and she wouldn’t feel a thing. His
finger tightened on the trigger. He held his breath.
    Hesitated.
    Man. This was harder than the last time he’d tried to
pull the trigger. Cold sweat popped out on his brow as he took aim. He hoped
she would forgive him for this.
    Many women preferred death as opposed to the virus they
carried. Would she welcome death? Would she thank him for putting her out of
her misery when they met in heaven or wherever people went after they died?
    He continued to hesitate. Stiffened as a cold blade of death
cut painfully into the skin of his neck.
    “Déjà vu, dead man.” The voice exploded through the
stillness of the snowflake-drenched night air, much the same way it had several
months earlier when Cade Outlaw had stopped Will from killing Red. Just as he
planned tonight.
    “This knight-in-shining-armor fetish you’ve got regarding
saving this chick’s ass is getting to be a real pain in my ass,” Blade
replied. He didn’t ease up on the trigger.
    If Cade followed through in killing him, Blade would make
sure Red joined him in the afterlife. It almost seemed sweet and fitting. To
die with the woman