Page 50 of Breaking Rosalind
“It was a fair question. Don’t expect me to swallow that bullshit about non-existent rescue teams,” I say from between clenched teeth.
“How the hell did the Montesano brothers get hold of your sister? Did you bring her up during the interrogation?”
“Of course not,” I snap. “Leroi Montesano must have had me followed.”
He shakes his head, his features pinching with disapproval. “Sloppy.”
Guilt tightens my chest, even though I know this line of conversation is a distraction. He wants to make me squirm in revenge for holding the firm’s double dealing over his head. It’s just like the squabbles we used to have about my demotion, which usually escalated until time ran out or he threatened me with disciplinary action.
“Dr. Daniel won’t give me clearance to leave HQ,” I say. “Can you override it?”
Gunther spreads his arms wide. “The Chief Medical Officer outranks a section supervisor. You’ll have to convince him.”
I turn back to where I last saw the doctor tending to the patient, but he’s already gone.
Fuck.
Gunther leans against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. I don’t need to look at him to see his beady eyes soaking in my panic. He’s a creep who enjoys making me suffer. No amount of torture or humiliation will ever satisfy his unending need to compensate for his bruised ego.
When I can’t find Dr. Daniel, I grab the nearest medic by the throat. “Where’s your boss?”
His eyes widen. “What are you doing? Let go.”
“Call the CMO.”
He swallows hard. “He’s probably gone to the dispensary.”
I release the medic, storm past Gunther, and head to the room at the end of the infirmary. My supervisor follows at a distance, but I’m too riled up to pay him any attention.
The entrance to the dispensary is locked. Since I don’t have the clearance to enter, I bang on it until Dr. Daniel steps out.
“What is it now?” he asks with a frown.
“Give me clearance to leave HQ. One of my targets has abducted a family member.”
His lips pinch, and his brow furrows into a frown. “Your injuries?—”
“Don’t mean a thing if my sister is harmed.”
I pause, take a deep breath, and force myself to stay composed. Gunther hovers close, soaking in my torment. If I become any more agitated, one of them will put me on suspension. I need to think like an assassin, not an asshole. An idea slots into place, and I square my shoulders. It’s time to hint at an indecent proposal.
“Dr. Daniel, if you let me go, I will submit to any medical procedure and any amount of bedrest.” My throat tightens, and I say in a much lower voice. “I’ll do anything you want.”
His gaze travels down my tactical suit and turns assessing. A shudder runs down my spine, and I hold back a surge of revulsion. I have fucked much worse men for much less.
After what feels like an eternity, the doctor gives me a slow nod. “Alright. You have my clearance to leave, but you will return afterward for a full medical examination. Then you will… submit to a prolonged bed rest.”
“Yes,” I rasp, the tension around my chest loosening. “Thank you, sir.”
He pulls out a device, taps a few buttons, and my wrist cuff lights up.
“Aren’t you going to take it off?” I ask.
“No. This is to keep a record of your vital signs after you leave.”
In other words, he wants to keep tabs on me in case I return to HQ and renege on our deal. He won’t just be able to track my location. With one command, he can order me confined to the building until I fulfill my end of the bargain.
I’m too grateful to the slimy bastard to care. Without sparing Gunther a glance, I turn on my heel and jog out of the infirmary.