Healing Love: Saints Protection & Investigation by Maryann Jordan Page A
Authors: Maryann Jordan
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on?”
“ I don’t know,” the nun mouthed back. “For some reason they wanted to prove something to us tonight. Power, money…I don’t know, but play their game for now.”
“What about Sharon?” Lorainne mouthed back.
“I’m afraid she now sees this as a way out. What she doesn’t understand is that they will use her and then kill her if needed.”
Miriam and Lorainne jerked their gazes to the composed Sister, knowing that she seemed to understand the situation better than they did.
“No more talking for now,” the nun instructed.
The three women finished using the toilet and then left the room, following the servant who had been waiting outside for them. Taken to the living room, Miriam could not believe the wealth displayed. Her anger at the conditions of the workers compared to the unscrupulous gains of the cartel’s leaders had her shaking.
The men, now settled on one of the large sofas in the room, with Sharon close by, stood as the three nurses walked back in. Before they could speak, Sister Genovia walked straight over to Juaquim and, giving him a conciliatory bow, said, “Dear sir, I must request that you allow us to get Lorainne and Miriam back to their room. Both feel overtired and we must take care of the nurses so that they can take care of us. Don’t you agree?”
Not willing to argue with a nun, he immediately snapped his fingers once more and said, “Of course, my dear Sister.”
Sharon was about to protest, but Sister Genovia answered for her. “Thank you so much and thank your wives for their hospitality.”
Miriam spared a glance at Ernesto who was looking less than pleased at the turn of events. She managed a wobbly smile at him, hoping he would be placated enough. Within a few minutes, they four women were loaded into one SUV and taken back through the dark night to their housing near the medical compound. When they were finally back into their rooms and the guards had left them for the last time, they looked at each other.
“You must never forget that you are prisoners here,” Sister Genovia whispered, pointedly looking at Sharon.
“I know!” Sharon whispered with emotion. “You think they’re ever gonna let us go? I’ve been looking for a way out since I got here, and this may be my golden ticket.”
Lorainne and Miriam looked at each other, neither understanding what Sharon was talking about, but Sister Genovia obviously did.
“You think by getting in bed with someone like those men will get you out of here?” she asked. “My child, don’t be a fool.”
“I’m not a fool,” Sharon answered back. “Getting close to one of those men means better treatment for one thing and then it would be easy to slip out sometime when no one is looking.” She smiled as she lay back in her bed. “Did you see the solid gold untensils?”
At that, Miriam startled. Solid gold? Is that what the bathroom fixtures were also? I thought they were just a gaudy gold color!
“Do not be blinded by the wealth of their gains,” Sister Genovia answered back. “That plan will lead to your destruction as much as theirs.”
“Ugh,” Sharon bit out, rolling back over to face the others. “I want out of this hell-hole. And if kissing up to one of those men will get me out of here, it’s worth it. If I play my cards right, I could easily slip away on some shopping trip. Anything to get out of here!” Her gaze drifted over to Miriam, still sitting on her bed. “You could do the same thing too, Miriam. You’re pretty enough.”
Miriam, stunned at the entire evening’s events, shook her head while her gaze sought out Sister Genovia’s.
Before she could answer, the nun ended the conversation. “That’s enough, ladies. We’re all tired and have another long day ahead.” With that, the nun turned out the small flashlight and the room was immediately plunged into darkness.
Miriam lay awake for a long time, the bizarre events of the evening playing through her mind. What was
“ I don’t know,” the nun mouthed back. “For some reason they wanted to prove something to us tonight. Power, money…I don’t know, but play their game for now.”
“What about Sharon?” Lorainne mouthed back.
“I’m afraid she now sees this as a way out. What she doesn’t understand is that they will use her and then kill her if needed.”
Miriam and Lorainne jerked their gazes to the composed Sister, knowing that she seemed to understand the situation better than they did.
“No more talking for now,” the nun instructed.
The three women finished using the toilet and then left the room, following the servant who had been waiting outside for them. Taken to the living room, Miriam could not believe the wealth displayed. Her anger at the conditions of the workers compared to the unscrupulous gains of the cartel’s leaders had her shaking.
The men, now settled on one of the large sofas in the room, with Sharon close by, stood as the three nurses walked back in. Before they could speak, Sister Genovia walked straight over to Juaquim and, giving him a conciliatory bow, said, “Dear sir, I must request that you allow us to get Lorainne and Miriam back to their room. Both feel overtired and we must take care of the nurses so that they can take care of us. Don’t you agree?”
Not willing to argue with a nun, he immediately snapped his fingers once more and said, “Of course, my dear Sister.”
Sharon was about to protest, but Sister Genovia answered for her. “Thank you so much and thank your wives for their hospitality.”
Miriam spared a glance at Ernesto who was looking less than pleased at the turn of events. She managed a wobbly smile at him, hoping he would be placated enough. Within a few minutes, they four women were loaded into one SUV and taken back through the dark night to their housing near the medical compound. When they were finally back into their rooms and the guards had left them for the last time, they looked at each other.
“You must never forget that you are prisoners here,” Sister Genovia whispered, pointedly looking at Sharon.
“I know!” Sharon whispered with emotion. “You think they’re ever gonna let us go? I’ve been looking for a way out since I got here, and this may be my golden ticket.”
Lorainne and Miriam looked at each other, neither understanding what Sharon was talking about, but Sister Genovia obviously did.
“You think by getting in bed with someone like those men will get you out of here?” she asked. “My child, don’t be a fool.”
“I’m not a fool,” Sharon answered back. “Getting close to one of those men means better treatment for one thing and then it would be easy to slip out sometime when no one is looking.” She smiled as she lay back in her bed. “Did you see the solid gold untensils?”
At that, Miriam startled. Solid gold? Is that what the bathroom fixtures were also? I thought they were just a gaudy gold color!
“Do not be blinded by the wealth of their gains,” Sister Genovia answered back. “That plan will lead to your destruction as much as theirs.”
“Ugh,” Sharon bit out, rolling back over to face the others. “I want out of this hell-hole. And if kissing up to one of those men will get me out of here, it’s worth it. If I play my cards right, I could easily slip away on some shopping trip. Anything to get out of here!” Her gaze drifted over to Miriam, still sitting on her bed. “You could do the same thing too, Miriam. You’re pretty enough.”
Miriam, stunned at the entire evening’s events, shook her head while her gaze sought out Sister Genovia’s.
Before she could answer, the nun ended the conversation. “That’s enough, ladies. We’re all tired and have another long day ahead.” With that, the nun turned out the small flashlight and the room was immediately plunged into darkness.
Miriam lay awake for a long time, the bizarre events of the evening playing through her mind. What was
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