Private Princess

Chapter 57

Flex pulled his gun from Sharon Lewis’s mouth and looked down at the policewoman.

He smiled.

“What are you looking at?” Lewis growled, fighting to control her shaking body.

“I’m impressed,” Flex grunted. “I’ve seen SAS soldiers piss themselves when they’ve gone through that.”

“That’s because you’re all a bunch of pussies!” Lewis braced herself against the expected reprisal.

None came.

“I need you alive,” Flex explained. “I need you to deliver a message to Jack Morgan.”

“What is it?” she asked cautiously.

“This.”

And then the punch did come.