Free PS02 - Without Regret by R.L. Mathewson Page A

firmly.
    “But I need to make a call,” she bit out, not liking being controlled one bit. It was one of the reasons she did so poorly with a
    nine to five job, that and she had a tendency of oversleeping and not caring.
    “No, you don’t,” the infuriating man said calmly, drawing her attention against her better judgment.
    “What you need to do is answer our questions and then listen to what we need to tell to you.”
    “No,” she said, stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest and biting back a wince when her broken fingers brushed against
    her arm.
    “No, what?” he asked, while the other man leaned back in his chair, looking bored.
    “No, I’m not going to answer your questions and I don’t care about whatever it is you think you need to tell me.
    All I care about is going home.”
    “You’re not going anywhere,” he simply stated, pissing her right the heck off. Who the hell did he think he was?
    Isabella took a deep calming breath and then another one when she didn’t feel any calmer before she spoke.
    “Look,” she said evenly, making sure to glare at both men, “I’m not going to give you my program. I don’t care what you say or
    how long you hold me against my will so you might as well just cut your losses and let me go. I promise that if you let me go
    right now I won’t go to the police.”
    “What program is that?” Chris asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
    “The program you will never touch,” she snapped, irritated, hungry, tired, and losing her patience with these games.
    “You didn’t answer my question, Munchkin. What program?” Chris asked in a calm voice, further pissing her off.
    “I have a name,” she bit out.
    He simply shrugged. “I like munchkin.” He gave her a sexy smile that she forced herself to ignore. “It’s cute, just like you.”
    “My name is Isabella,” she bit out slowly.
    “Okay, Isabella,” he stressed her name, further pissing her off. “Why don’t you tell us what you were doing hanging out at a
    park at three in the morning?” he asked casually, but she couldn’t help but notice his jaw clench almost as if he were pissed.
    What the hell business was it of his what she did?
    Oh, that’s right. The hot psycho cult member thought they were married, she reminded herself with a mental groan. Even though
    his little claim really irritated the hell out of her, she knew she may have to play along at some point if it meant escape.
    “Shopping,” she said, biting back a smile when both men’s eyes narrowed on her.
    “At three in the morning?” Ephraim asked, arching a brow in question, somewhat reminding her of the FBI agent she spoke to
    the other day. The man had authority written all over him in a bad ass kind of way, much like the jerk she couldn’t stop
    drooling over.
    “No crowds,” she simply said, biting back a smile when both men glared. She really shouldn’t find their expressions amusing,
    but for some reason she did and she had to wonder again what long term affects the drugs were going to have on her system.
    Chris sighed, rubbing his hand over the angry patch of scar tissue on his neck, almost absently. “I sense you’re determined not
    to answer our questions.”
    She simply shrugged, hoping they were annoyed enough to let her the hell out of here.
    “Then perhaps we should explain to you who we are,”
    Chris said, sounding almost reluctant. “It might help you understand what we’re up against and why it’s so important that you
    talk to us.”
    “Do whatever you want,” she said in a bored tone. She really couldn’t care less who they were. Besides, she was too tired and
    aggravated to pretend that she cared at the moment.
    Chris looked at her for a long moment as if trying to figure out where to start. Letting her go would be a nice start, she thought,
    wondering exactly how many games they were going to try and play before they just got to the damn point and demanded her
    program so she