Project Mates

Welcome to my new book. This is the third book 'Project' books into a series that you all hopefully like. Thank you for checking my book out and giving this one a chance.

12-year-old Shiloh's POV

We had every bad guy out there trying to kidnap us, but our parents kept us safe. It wasn't easy but we learned early what to do or what not to do. We didn't cry like babies when we felt as if we were in danger. Why? I wasn't sure, it seemed as we knew we had to keep quiet or we wouldn't see our mom and dad ever again.

I saw the silent alarm going off and hurried to my spot in the wall. It was darkened and hard to see, as long as we squinted. Our eyes, for some reason, glowed more than any other jaguar man or woman did. It was something to do with the pigmentation in our eyes, at least our doctor said so. I always thought it was because we were always up to mischief.

It didn't take long for our parents to take out the guys. Now, it was time to bug out for the millionth time. I was tired of living in different houses. I want us to settle down and take out the crew who was trying to acquire us. I was ready to kick ass. My sister and brothers were ready to kick ass given half the chance.

"All clear," I heard my mom, Cat, tell us through our implanted mic. "Get your to-go bags and let's bug out." We all nodded our heads and grabbed our to-go bags, waiting for our parents to grab extra weapons. I could have told them we were already loaded with weapons, hell, we were weapons, but we were loaded down with any kind of weapon we could load on our bodies.

We went through a tunnel our dad had added to our house. We had tunnels in every house we have lived in. My mom and dad were extra careful with security. We stepped out of the tunnel and ran across the field to our vehicle.

We were steps away from our SUV when the whole field lit up knocking all of us on our asses. I looked around to see if anyone was injured and found all of them knocked out. I checked the other way wanting to find a way off this field. We were too exposed. I looked again at my mom and dad, seeing there was a man standing over them. Before I could pull my gun my parents were hit with bullets.

I looked up at the fuckers and pulled my blade, but I was stopped when a guy standing over me stepped on my hand, breaking it. I didn't scream. I didn't let out any sound. I wasn't going to have this fucker have any satification in hearing me make a sound.

I was divested of my weapons quickly and then picked up and thrown over the fucker's shoulder who broke my hand. I looked up to see my parents move and took a small breath, sighing internally.

"Let's go, let's go! We need to hurry before the others wake up," the man carrying me ordered.

"What about the other kids, sir?" A stupid guy asked as he jogged beside us.

"She's the strongest out of all of them. We don't worry about the sissy other ones," he answered. Okay, how did they know I was the strongest out of the four of us? Someone had to tell them and I was going to find who as soon as I could.

I was thrown into a car and knocked out before I could get upright in the ridiculous big car. You could have a party of thirty in this car. It wasn't a limo but it was close to being one.

I woke up twenty minutes after I was knocked out, but I kept my breathing shallow, my eyes closed, and the words in my mouth. Why did I need to keep my tongue in my mouth?

Because of idiots

"So what does our boss want with a twelve-year-old?" The idiot asked as sat back with a beer in his hand. How did I know he had a beer? The sickening smell of his breath.

"We don't question what he wants, understand?" The man said. I listened intensively. I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity of gleaning information. The more information I had the more I could relay it to my parents. I knew we worked better as a team, but I could work independently of my family. I had taken every kind of martial arts there ever was. I made sure to learn kickboxing to build up my body. I could power through a grown man.

"No more questions, Marco. We will be home in about three hours, hopefully, the girl will stay knocked out," the man told Marco.

"And if she doesn't we are ready to dose her," the idiot, Marco, said, giving me more information. Oh, no to the hell! The guys were not going to medically induce sleep. I don't do well with medications. I have severe reactions to drugs, a lot of drugs. When I had to have my appendices out it took me four days to wake up.

Not happening

Ever

I made sure my heart rate stayed calm to see if I could hear more information. I needed more on where I was going. I didn't want to go in blind. I wanted to know more about this 'boss' man.

I heard the ringing of a phone and quieted down my mind, wanting to hear what said on both ends. If they used names it would give me a clue to where I was going and who gave the order to take me, only me. I was still confused about how they knew about me. Was it one of the recruits?

"Jesus, here," the fucker answered his phone. So, his name was Jesus, good to know.

"Hey, Jesus, it's Carlos, did you get her?" Carlos asked. Carlos? I was trying to place a Carlos, but without the boss's name, I wouldn't piece everything together.

"Tell Joseph that we have her," Jesus proudly said as I internally rolled my eyes. Duh, of course, they had me after blowing up our vehicle.

"What about Cat and Martim? We don't need them looking for her," Carlos asked as Jesus leaned over and checked on my breathing. I wanted to shudder with everything in me. I didn't want these fuckers to put their hands on me. My mom told me what men like these were only wanting one thing. The one thing they would never get from me.

"Cat and Martim are dead," Jesus said dryly, causing Carlos to laugh, but I would have the last laugh when I met him.

"Good. One problem down. How much of a fight did she give you?" Carlos asked. Yeah, I wanted to know how much fight a twelve-year-old girl put up, one who was blown back by their explosion.

"She was too stunned to put up a fight. She did try to kill my men. I had to, uh, I had to break her hand to keep from pulling any more weapons from her vest. She was loaded down with weapons." Right, you had to break my hand, fucker. I had to keep my language down or my mom would kick my ass, but I couldn't help it when it came to these guys.

"No problem. It's not her hand we want anyway. Has she woke up from her little nap yet?" Carlos asked, hearing a chuckle from Jesus.

"We must have hit her harder than we thought, Carlos, but I'm monitoring her vitals. She's good so far, but if she wakes up and puts up a fight we will dose her."

"No! She's allergic to a lot of medications. Do not give her anything!" Carlos ordered. What the hell? How does he have so much information on me? Who would hate me enough to give that much information? Great, now we need to worry about someone on our end.

"Go it, Carlos. No drugs, but what if she puts up a-"

"-I don't know," he answered sarcastically. "How hard would it be to tie up a twelve-year-old? If she is being nice and not attacking leave her alone, got it?"

"Yes, sir," Jesus answered. I heard Jesus put his phone down in the cup holder and curse. I wondered what he would do if I threw a fit. They don't know for sure who they have. Trist and I looked exactly the same. We walked the same way, talked the same way, so, how would they know they had me or not.

My weapons

Shit!

My twin blades had my name engraved into the handles. How could I have been so stupid? Mine and Trist's blades have different colors on the handles and the handles always showed on our chest. It was as if it were a blade of honor. They were given to us by our parents on our twelfth birthday and we have never taken them off during the day. We looked as if we were going to war every day.

I moved my hand, knowing my jaguar was trying to heal it, but she couldn't until I snapped the bone back in place. I opened my eyes and looked around, pushing myself closer to my side of the car.

"She's awake, sir," Marco informed everyone.

"I have eyes, dude," Jesus said as he rolled his eyes.

I looked Jesus in the eyes and sat up in my seat. I kept my eyes on him as I lifted my hand to my eyes. I could tell the wrist was what was broken not my hand. I grabbed my fingers and jerked down, my eyes never leaving his. I wanted him to know I was tough. I wanted him to wonder how tough I was. I was small and I knew men underestimated me because of it.

"Dude, did you see that? She never made a sound," another guy asked Jesus. I still held his eyes as I reached down and grabbed an old towel sitting on the floor. I ripped the material with my teeth and made a sling for my hand. I wanted them to think I was hurt worse than I was.

"Better?" Jesus asked me, his eyebrow cocked at my actions.

"Much," was all I said. I didn't ask if I could go home. I didn't ask where we were going? I didn't ask for anything.

We pulled up to some mansion and parked in the underground parking lot. If I hadn't been holding my reactions to what I was seeing my eyebrows would have been up in my hair. I kept my face devoid of any emotions.

I was grabbed harshly when the doors were opened but I still kept quiet. I didn't know these men or this place. It wasn't the cartel who had me. I couldn't figure what and who they were, but I was sure I would be told soon.

I was dragged all the way to a door on the second floor. Jesus knocked once and opened the door, shoving my ass into the room and leaving. I stood up and straightened my clothes, finally raising my eyes to the man in the room.

"Ooh, but you are a beauty," the man said as he walked closer to me. I kept quiet as he walked around me. I felt as if I were a prized bull at auction. I hated feeling as if I were an object and not a person.

"Yeah, yeah. Get on with it. Why did you kidnap me?" I finally broke and asked.

"I wanted you. You will be the most beautiful prize when you get a few years older. My son needs a bride and you are it."

I started laughing at the idiot. He thought I would marry someone who was not my mate. Really? What an ass. "You-you, thought I would make someone a great wife in a few years? Seriously? You didn't think I might kill your son first? I want my mate and only my mate."

"But, you are his mate, Shiloh. He told me he met you when you were nine and knew you were his mate," the man said, a confused look on his face.

"Nine? Who the hell knows who their mate is at nine years old?" I asked as I took a step to the side when I heard someone walking fast towards this man's office.

The door was thrown open and a beautiful boy walked into his dad's office. "You kidnapped her? What is wrong with you? I told you she didn't need to be trained on how to be a good wife. I told you I liked the direction she was going. If you can't handle her then don't come around us. She's going back, Dad. You were wrong in stealing her and you know it."

The older man sighed. "Your mom wanted her to be trained. She said Shilo was more of a man than a woman. She was going to show her how to dress, how to carry herself-"

"-Dad, I don't care what mom said, she was wrong and so are you."

I heard more feet running towards the office. I knew the dad had sent out an SOS to his men. I ran and flipped, landing with my hand above the desk and slightly behind the dad. I came up with the letter opener in my hand and held it to his throat.

"Call them off. Call them off now!" The dad didn't move. "Don't think I won't cut your throat where you stand. I've killed many men, men who were tougher than you," I hissed at him. The door flew open once again, startling the son, but it was too late for him to move. He went down to one knee and was picked up by one of the dad's men and held close to him.

"What a predicament. Move and I will cut his throat in front of you. I would be in my right to do so. Anyone wants to test me?" I sarcastically asked, noticing Jesus was the first one in the room. "Don't do it, Jesus."

Jesus. being the idiot he was, jumped over the desk and tried to move me away from his boss. I twisted my body around and kicked him in the head as far as I could. He was down for the count for now. Next was Marco, who was an idiot with a blade, who attempted to cut my ankles and render me unable to stand. I missed his attacks only to kick him as hard as I could.

I looked around me. "Let me go and he can live. If you don't he will be the first one to die." I paused and put my lips on the dad's ears. "And, don't ever think about coming after me again. Your son is more than welcome to come by, not you, not your wife.

The dad nodded his head and I felt the wind at my back as a man moved. I ducked and rolled. I did a scissor kick, knocking the woman, who I thought was a man, to the ground and gagging.

It was as if I hadn't almost killed his mate"Why?" He whined as if he was a toddler and told him he couldn't have a cookie.

"Because you will try to change me into a Stepford wife and it's not going to happen. I'm a warrior, get over it."

"No!" He screamed, getting up and running towards me.