Dark Redemption (Broken Souls #1) Read Online Free
Author: Sarah Marsh
classified information from her, he’d also left her tied up with her throat slit, and that just didn’t sit right with Eitan.
Was it the woman thing? Nah, not really. The agent hadn’t been some innocent, she was a seasoned operative and knew the risks of her job. Besides, he’d fought enough women in combat over the years to know they could be just as deadly as men. But it just wasn’t sporting to tie someone up and kill them that way, it was cowardly. He always made sure to at least give them a fighting chance when he took someone out. He certainly didn’t have any issues with some torture if specific information was needed from a mark, but when it came to a kill? Up close and personal was more his style―that way you always made sure the job was done.
He’d already looked through everything in Donovan’s apartment that afternoon and didn’t find any sign of the zip drive or clues to where he may have gone. It was sheer luck that sweet little Sofia had knocked on the door when she had. He took another look at the woman still sleeping in front of him. She certainly wasn’t anything like the high-class call girls and arm candy Donovan was usually known to associate with. The file attached to the contract didn’t have any other record of the man getting involved with civilians…especially where he’d been living at the time, so there must be something special about this one. Maybe she was in the business? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d met an assassin dressed up like a sweet little librarian. But her behavior when she’d come to the door just seemed a bit too innocent for that. He guessed he’d just have to wait and see once he checked in with his boss.
He’d get them settled back at the apartment here in the city he’d rented for this job, then Eitan would figure out just which methods he would use to get Donovan’s whereabouts out of this little beauty. Having more than a decade in all types of interrogation training made him confident that she’d tell him everything he needed to know.
Chapter Six
Sofia came awake slowly to the smell of the pasta she’d had in the oven. She panicked thinking that she’d fallen asleep and forgotten to turn off the stove and tried to bolt up. When her limbs wouldn’t move, she opened her eyes in confusion, only to see a large, dark man looming over her with a frown on his vaguely familiar face.
“What’s going on?” she slowly asked, realizing she was sitting upright in a chair with her hands tied together behind her back. “Who are you―where am I?”
“I’d worry less about where you are, Miss Boon, and more about where your boyfriend Carl may be at this moment,” the frightening man said in a threatening voice. “If you tell me what I want to know, tomorrow you will wake up back in your apartment and this will all just have been a bad dream.”
Sofia tried to clear the cobwebs out of her head. She felt like she’d drank about four bottles of wine, but when she recalled going over to Carl’s to see if he was coming for dinner, she remembered who this stranger was supposed to be. She also realized he’d drugged her and that she was no longer in either of their apartments. Panic began to set in.
“What do you mean, boyfriend? Carl isn’t my boyfriend. I mean…we haven’t even had dinner yet! I just asked him out this morning!” Sofia answered in a full panic now. “Somebody help me!”
“You can yell all you want,” the man said as he walked over to the kitchen counter and unrolled what looked like a chef’s knife roll. “But you’d be shocked at what throwing a lot of money around can obtain you in sound proof and escape proof fetish living. There’s an entire community in this city that offers safe places to play or for…other things. No one will hear your screams here.”
Sofia looked frantically back at him and the counter, except instead of kitchen knives inside there was a
Was it the woman thing? Nah, not really. The agent hadn’t been some innocent, she was a seasoned operative and knew the risks of her job. Besides, he’d fought enough women in combat over the years to know they could be just as deadly as men. But it just wasn’t sporting to tie someone up and kill them that way, it was cowardly. He always made sure to at least give them a fighting chance when he took someone out. He certainly didn’t have any issues with some torture if specific information was needed from a mark, but when it came to a kill? Up close and personal was more his style―that way you always made sure the job was done.
He’d already looked through everything in Donovan’s apartment that afternoon and didn’t find any sign of the zip drive or clues to where he may have gone. It was sheer luck that sweet little Sofia had knocked on the door when she had. He took another look at the woman still sleeping in front of him. She certainly wasn’t anything like the high-class call girls and arm candy Donovan was usually known to associate with. The file attached to the contract didn’t have any other record of the man getting involved with civilians…especially where he’d been living at the time, so there must be something special about this one. Maybe she was in the business? It wouldn’t be the first time he’d met an assassin dressed up like a sweet little librarian. But her behavior when she’d come to the door just seemed a bit too innocent for that. He guessed he’d just have to wait and see once he checked in with his boss.
He’d get them settled back at the apartment here in the city he’d rented for this job, then Eitan would figure out just which methods he would use to get Donovan’s whereabouts out of this little beauty. Having more than a decade in all types of interrogation training made him confident that she’d tell him everything he needed to know.
Chapter Six
Sofia came awake slowly to the smell of the pasta she’d had in the oven. She panicked thinking that she’d fallen asleep and forgotten to turn off the stove and tried to bolt up. When her limbs wouldn’t move, she opened her eyes in confusion, only to see a large, dark man looming over her with a frown on his vaguely familiar face.
“What’s going on?” she slowly asked, realizing she was sitting upright in a chair with her hands tied together behind her back. “Who are you―where am I?”
“I’d worry less about where you are, Miss Boon, and more about where your boyfriend Carl may be at this moment,” the frightening man said in a threatening voice. “If you tell me what I want to know, tomorrow you will wake up back in your apartment and this will all just have been a bad dream.”
Sofia tried to clear the cobwebs out of her head. She felt like she’d drank about four bottles of wine, but when she recalled going over to Carl’s to see if he was coming for dinner, she remembered who this stranger was supposed to be. She also realized he’d drugged her and that she was no longer in either of their apartments. Panic began to set in.
“What do you mean, boyfriend? Carl isn’t my boyfriend. I mean…we haven’t even had dinner yet! I just asked him out this morning!” Sofia answered in a full panic now. “Somebody help me!”
“You can yell all you want,” the man said as he walked over to the kitchen counter and unrolled what looked like a chef’s knife roll. “But you’d be shocked at what throwing a lot of money around can obtain you in sound proof and escape proof fetish living. There’s an entire community in this city that offers safe places to play or for…other things. No one will hear your screams here.”
Sofia looked frantically back at him and the counter, except instead of kitchen knives inside there was a
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