Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 705

Before Tatum could say a word, one of his men glared at Amelia, clearly offended that she’d dared to call their boss by name. He looked like he was about to attack her.

Tatum shut that down fast with a sharp command.

He walked over, a cigar hanging from his lips, and gave Amelia a polite nod that almost seemed gentlemanly. “Sorry about that, Ms. Sadinton. My men can be a little rough. I hope he didn’t scare you.”

Amelia almost laughed at the irony. A ruthless terrorist leader pretending to be a gentleman? She kept her thoughts to herself. She was here as a hostage to save lives, not because she wanted to die.

“Mr. Tatum, as far as I know, we have nothing to do with each other. Yet you exchanged three hundred sixty-six lives for mine. Don’t you think it’s time to tell me what you want?”

Tatum smiled, mysterious as ever. “No rush. We have all the time in the world to talk. Please, have a seat.”

She glanced at the sofa nearby, then slowly hobbled over, careful with her aching knee.

Tatum’s face changed as soon as he noticed her limp. He looked suddenly tense.

“Ms. Sadinton, did you hurt your leg on the way here, or…?”

Amelia shot a cold look at the thug who’d dragged her in. “Let’s just say your very dedicated employee nearly broke my leg before I even met you.”

She hadn’t even finished speaking when Tatum’s expression darkened. He grabbed the ashtray from the table and slammed it into the man’s head so hard it shattered. Blood spattered everywhere. Amelia froze, shocked by the violence.

Before she could move, Tatum grabbed an iron rod and started beating the man’s legs, over and over, while the guy screamed.

Amelia held her breath, heart pounding, listening to the horrible sounds.

When it was finally over, Tatum tossed the rod aside and told two other men to drag the bleeding, broken man out.

“My apologies, Ms. Sadinton,” Tatum said, wiping blood from his hands like he was just finishing up a chore. His tone was almost sincere. “I told him to bring you here politely.”

Amelia was stunned. This man was seriously unhinged.

She took a breath, trying to steady her nerves. “You went to all this trouble to bring me here. What do you want from me?”

Tatum just smiled. “You’ll see when we get there. I have to step out for a bit. Please make yourself comfortable.”

And with that, he left, like it was totally normal to leave your hostage alone in the ship’s control room.

Amelia looked around and spotted several surveillance cameras on the ceiling. Slowly, she stood up, pretending to be curious about her surroundings, and casually touched the necklace around her neck.

When she found a blind spot, she quickly used her watch—disguised as a communication device—to contact the military.

“I’m safe for now, on a ship. I don’t know where Tatum is taking me—”

She stopped, hearing footsteps. Quickly, she cut the signal.

When she turned around, it wasn’t Tatum who walked in, but a young woman. She had the same dark skin as the men outside, but her features were delicate, and she wore glasses. She looked barely out of her teens.

Eventually, she gave up.

Tara was quick and skilled, finishing up the bandage in no time.

“All done, Ms. Sadinton,” she said, standing up. “Let me show you to your room so you can rest. We won’t reach shore for another two days.”

A room? For a hostage?

Amelia followed Tara up to the second floor of the ship. Out the windows, there was only endless ocean. Two other ships trailed alongside, packed with armed men. There was no way to escape.

She touched her necklace, feeling the small tracker inside, and silently hoped the military would find her signal.

Tara unlocked a door at the back of the ship and led her inside.

The room was spotless and clearly prepared for her, with food and water waiting on a small table.

Amelia frowned. “Is this how you treat all your hostages?”

Tara misunderstood, thinking Amelia was criticizing the accommodations. “Ms. Sadinton, if there’s anything you need, just let me know.”

Amelia was at a loss for words. For a moment, it felt less like being a hostage and more like she’d stumbled onto some bizarre cruise.