Glory (Book 3) by Michael McManamon Page B

young girl.
    His heart started to beat faster. His palms began to sweat.
    He looked back at Gregor. The man had zipped himself up and was walking toward the fire.
    Now was the time.
    Sam tuned back toward the cage and grabbed at the latch. He hadn't noticed it before, but there was a lock on it.
    A lock ! And he didn't have the key . Gregor must have it. Unless he left it lying around.
    Sam started to search. He looked where Gregor had been sitting. Nothing. He looked in a few other places. Nothing.
    He stopped. He could see the two girls in the cage watching him now, wondering what he was doing.
    He looked back at them. At Shelly. At her beautiful eyes.
    "Shelly," he said. "Do you remember me?"
    She didn't reply.
    "I'm going to get you out of here," he continued. "Take you away. Just you and me." He smiled at her in what he thought was his most charming grin. "We need to finish what you and I had started. Remember?"
    Shelly still didn't say anything. She didn't look away from him, either.
    Those beautiful eyes.
    Sam opened his mouth to speak again, but was cut off. Big Mike's woman had started to scream at him.
    "Fuck you! You're not going to touch this girl, you sick piece-of-shit! Just try it and I'll rip your fuckin' balls off!"
    Sam was taken back by the woman's words, and the force with which she said them. Although he knew that he could overpower her, no matter what she said.
    "Shut up!" he hissed. "This has nothing to do with you! I'll get her out and you can be on your way. Got it?"
    "I'm not leaving her with you! Never!"
    Sam started to feel nervous. Big Mike's woman was going to be a bigger problem than he had expected. He also knew that he screaming was going to bring Gregor back any moment. He tried to ignore her and look for a way to break the lock.
    He saw a few rocks that he could use. But, as with the shouting, that would make too much noise as well.
    He should keep looking for the key. He could…
    "What's happening?" Gregor called to him. He came around from the side of the house and was walking toward him, quickly.
    Sam knew that there was nothing he could do. He had lost his opportunity. Gregor came up to him.
    "I don't know," Sam said. "I just wanted to see in the cage and this one started shouting at me." He pointed at Big Mike's woman.
    Gregor looked at her and then back to Sam. "Her? Oh, she's a live one, that's for sure!"
    " A liv e one?" she shouted. "Come in here and I'll show you a live one! I'll show that fuckin' pervert ho w liv e I can be. I'll rip his fuckin' head off!"
    Gregor laughed. "See?"
    "I don't know," Sam said. "Maybe it's the heat. I think she's lost her mind."
    "I think that's why Big Mike likes her." He laughed again.
    Sam was starting to feel a little bit better. No matter what the woman said, he didn't think that Gregor was going to believe her. He looked back at her. She had stopped shouting, but she still looked vicious.
    "How about I get you some food?" Sam asked Gregor. He noticed that the man hadn't gotten any yet. It would also give him a chance to get out of there.
    "Yeah, that's a good idea."
    "I might even walk around for a bit, see what I can find. Might even come across another bottle of vodka for you."
    "Fuck, yeah! I'd love that!"
    "Will do." Sam turned to leave.
    But before he did, he took one more look into the cage. Shelly and Big Mike's woman hadn't moved. They were still sitting up against the back, the grown woman's arms wrapped around the younger one.
    Shelly continued to look at him. Though, this time, her gaze looked slightly more angry than frightened.
    That didn't matter. Sam didn't care how she looked at him. He only cared that sh e di d . That he could see her eyes . Those beautiful eyes.

Chapter 11
    Jane stared out of the living room window. Robert and Charles were upstairs in the little boy's bedroom. He was reading the child a story. Charles was good with the boy. They seemed to get along the instant they had met.
    Unfortunately, she wasn't so sure