CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Three Dobers burst into their cell. “All right, just relax,” White Streak ordered, leveling his pistol at them. Berni didn’t move. She didn’t even glance in their direction.
Toni lay slumped against the cell’s bed cataloguing each guard’s stance. Her face stung where the smuggler had hit her. What was probably blood rolled down her nose. “Bitch.”
“Really?” Berni drawled. Toni jerked her arm back when she sensed the woman standing over her. Berni grabbed Toni’s shirt and dragged her to her feet. Toni hung heavy in the woman’s grip. Out of the periphery of her vision she could just make out the guards surprised expressions. Berni drew back a clenched fist and drove it into Toni’s stomach. Her breath burst out of her. Toni doubled over, clutching at her belly and groani
