“I can’t believe you picked a fight with Smith,” Kati hissed, throwing a piece of trash at Krissy. “All you did was make things worse and get us tossed in here. Everyone else in this place is hanging out in luxury hotel rooms and instead we’re in the pit of hell.

Rebel looked around the large, industrial kitchen they were standing in. It was big enough to supply the needs of a resort, and they’d been tasked to keep it clean.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Their situation sucked. It really did.

The three male cooks, all hard men who’d stared at them for hours with hungry eyes, had left them to finish an enormous stack of dishes. Krissy was sitting in a corner, peeling a gigantic tub of potatoes.

Mainly, Rebel was just amazed these men had found that many fresh potatoes.

These guys weren’t stupid, they were just mean.

“When you’ve been captured by a bunch of white supremacists desperate for women, the last thing you do is poke the lion.”

“Oh shut up. I said what everyone was thinking but was too chicken-shit to say,” Krissy bit out.

“No, we were too smart to say,” Kati fired back.

“There’s no way I was going to kiss his ass. I’d rather die than suck up to that asshole.”

Rebel picked up a sponge and started viciously scrubbing food off a plate like it was coral stuck at the bottom of the sea.

“Are you trying to get us killed?”

“Leave her alone,” Tiana sighed, picking up dirty dishes. “She’s right, you were thinking it. You didn’t say it because you were scared.”

“Of course I was scared. It would be stupid not to be scared. You saw what they did to Justin!”

Rebel inhaled a heavy breath. A bead of sweat dripped off her forehead, onto her hand.

They were in a compound filled with men who wanted nothing more than to pass them around as sex slaves. Any moment those men, who’d reverted to savages, could come bursting through the door to take one or all of them away, considering each of them their new possessions. The men were probably meeting right now, figuring out how to divide the women up. Meanwhile, Justin was supposedly with their doctor and Rebel wasn’t with him to make sure he was okay.

“Smith said if we shut up he’d go nice on Justin and then you opened your big mouth and—”

“I did not—”

“You did—”

Rebel threw down her sponge. “Would you three bitches stop bickering and shut the fuck up? We don’t have time for this shit!” she shouted.

All three of them stared at her with wide eyes and open mouths.

She clenched her fists. “Cut it out. Just…cut it out. We have to make the best of this.” She wiped sweat off her forehead. Jesus, she needed a nap. “They’ve taken all of our guns and weapons. They have Justin. There’s more of them than us and they’re stronger. We’ve got to think this through and figure out how to get out of here. And the last thing we need is for you guys to fight like we’re back in High School.”

“Wow, you need a nap, don’t you?” Krissy said.

“Fuck off.”

They all continued to stare at her.

She blew out a breath. “All right then. Krissy, from now on you’re going to keep your mouth shut and be on your best behavior because everything you say directly effects Justin’s wellbeing.”

Krissy pursed her lips, but kept quiet, continuing to peel potatoes.

Rebel narrowed her eyes at the tall woman with the willowy form who was standing across the room, wringing her hands. “Kati, you’re the look out. You’re in charge of the door and window, let us know whatever is going on.”

Kati nodded and dragged a chair next to the bay window which overlooked the front drive to the hotel.

“Tiana?”

“Yeah?”

“You and I are going to clean this mess up so when they come back they see we’ve been working and they’ve no excuse to make our life a living hell.”

“Gotcha,” Tiana answered. “Already on it.”

Rebel picked the dirty plate and the sponge back up, thinking about the child that was growing inside of her. “Okay, ladies let’s focus. We’re going to a figure a way out of this mess. We will. Because we have to… We have to.”