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  THE EXTRACTOR

  The Dregs Book 7

  Leslie Georgeson

  Copyright © 2019 Leslie Georgeson

  This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author.

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Chapter Fifty-Three

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  PROLOGUE

  Ryan

  “Here we are.” The General paused outside of red door number 2.

  I knew what was behind that door, but I’d never been allowed to venture beyond any of the red doors yet. I was a jumble of excitement and anticipation and nervousness all in one.

  Today was my birthday. Sweet sixteen.

  Those of us who excelled in the program were given special privileges on our sixteenth birthday. We were allowed to visit the prostitutes.

  The General pushed the door open and ushered me inside. “Jasmine, meet Ryan. Today is his birthday, so treat him well.”

  I stepped nervously into the room, my eyes bugging out of my head as I spied the gorgeous woman sitting on the bed. Long black hair. Big, pouty, red-painted lips. Sexy, come-hither smile. Dark, fathomless eyes that raked over me suggestively. She wasn’t naked. Not quite. But pretty damn close. Her large tits proudly jutted out from under a thin white negligee, her rosy nipples clearly visible beneath the flimsy fabric, perking upward to greet me in arousal. Her long, sexy legs were curled against her in a provocative pose, her head cocked at an angle as she eyed me.

  I swallowed hard. Holy shit. She was hot. And terrifying at the same time.

  “You’ve got one hour,” The General announced, before turning on his heel. He closed the door behind him. Locking me in with her.

  My heart slammed into my ribs as Jasmine unfolded those long, tanned legs and slid off the bed, coming toward me.

  Oh shit. My heartrate kicked up. I took a nervous step back.

  “Aren’t you a handsome boy?” she murmured, pausing before me. “You’re even prettier than me.” She let out a soft laugh. “What would you like me to teach you, Ryan?”

  “Uh…” I glanced nervously down at her chest and those large boobs that seemed to be gazing up at me longingly.

  I jerked my gaze back to hers. “Everything…I think.”

  She smiled. “You want to touch them? Go ahead.”

  I swallowed hard again, then hesitantly lifted a hand toward her. She grabbed my hand and pressed it over her large tit, eyeing me from beneath lowered lashes. I gulped. “What am I supposed to do?”

  Laughter danced in her eyes. “Whatever you want, pretty boy.”

  Whatever I wanted?

  My nervousness fled, and in its wake came unbridled lust. I hesitantly cupped her giant tit in my hand, then tweaked her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, watching in fascination as it pebbled beneath my touch. Her head rolled back and she moaned softly. “Yes,” she whispered. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

  Holy shit! I was seriously touching a chick’s boob. My very first boob touching. It was awesome.

  Then something phenomenal happened. Jasmine suddenly turned wild, stripping off her negligee and attaching herself to me like a leech, sucking on my neck, then lower, sucking on other parts of me as she stripped me bare…

  At first, it scared the shit out of me, the way she ran her hands and mouth all over me, the way she plastered herself to me. Then it occurred me that something different was happening. She seemed almost out of her mind with lust. This wasn’t normal. Something unusual was in play here.

  Some of the other recruits had told me about their visits to the prostitutes, but none of them had explained anything like this. Jasmine was wild. Out of control. Why? Was it me? Or something else? It was as if I was irresistible to her.

  I nervously asked her questions about what I was supposed to do, and she was very forthcoming in her responses. Too forthcoming. She became loose-lipped, eagerly spouting out detailed instructions, screaming her ecstasy when I did something she liked…

  The woman was a bit overwhelming. Was sex supposed to be this intense? This rowdy? Were woman always so chatty and open?

  During that hour with Jasmine, she taught me everything there was to know about sex. I had entered that room a naïve boy, but I walked out an educated man.

  “How did it go, Ryan?” The General asked as he led me back to my cell. “Did you enjoy your time with Jasmine?”

  I nodded eagerly. “It was…awesome.” I turned to him. “But…is it normal for chicks to attack me so…violently? I mean, sir, she was totally out of control. All over me. Like she was on something. And she wouldn’t stop talking, telling me everything about herself, even really personal things that I didn’t want to know. She was too much at times.”

  The General paused. “No, that’s not normal, though Jasmine can be a bit uninhibited. Her job is to keep you satisfied, though I’ve never known her to be violent or chatty during sex. That’s unusual. I know she’s not on any drugs, because we test the prostitutes on a regular basis. I will have to observe the next time and see what’s going on.”

  The next night he sent me to visit a different prostitute. And the same thing happened. She was just as desperate, just as out of control as Jasmine, kissing me and touching me everywhere. And she was very talkative, telling me all about herself. So The General conducted some tests on me.

  “You’re giv
ing off a sexual pheromone,” he explained. “At the thought of sex, you get so excited, your body puts off a pheromone that draws women in. They can’t resist you. It’s like in nature when female animals go into their heat cycle, and the males give off a musk to attract them. Their urges drive them together to reproduce. It seems the pheromone you give off also loosens them up and makes them want to reveal their secrets. Like a truth serum. This is highly unusual. But quite fascinating. I think if you learn how to control the pheromone, and only use it when necessary, it can be very beneficial to the program. I wonder how men will react to it.”

  They conducted more tests on me, with both men and women, and discovered that while the pheromone filled women with lust, men only became loose-lipped and eager to tell me their deepest, darkest secrets.

  So The General practiced with me, making me visit different prostitutes, and teaching me how to control my physical desires, and in turn, how to control the pheromone. Soon, I was able to turn it on or off at will. They tested me with different recruits, seeing how the other boys reacted when I released the pheromone around them. They tested me with grown men, hardened soldiers. Every single one of them opened up to me, telling me whatever I wanted to know. It seemed no one was immune to the pheromone. The experiments in the lab, and the injections of numerous drugs and animal DNA, had given me a unique talent.

  Extraction of information.

  The pheromone made me unique. I soon became an important member of our unit. One of the few who had a special talent. I discovered how to use the pheromone on missions to extract information from everyone, though I won’t deny I preferred using it on women. I mean, what kid wouldn’t like chicks stuck to him all the time?

  And so it was that I became The Extractor.

  Then The General hooked me up with a roommate. A partner.

  Luke.

  Luke was different from me in not only appearance, but also personality. He was blond and blue-eyed, while I was dark-haired and amber-eyed. I was easygoing, trying to get along with everyone, while he was sarcastic, a smart ass, an instigator. I pretty much just went with the flow, while he got a kick out of pissing other people off. Despite our differences in personality—or maybe because of our differences—we got along extremely well. Rarely did we get into a scuffle. Rarely did we argue.

  Luke soon became the brother I never had. We quickly bonded in those long days and nights we were locked inside our cell, during all the trials that were forced upon us, during the experiments and the torture, some of which were conducted on both of us at the same time. We suffered through it all together, and we came out of it with something rare.

  Luke and I shared an unusual link, a connection so deep that it went far beyond any type of relationship I’d ever experienced before. We could literally feel each other’s emotions and physical pain as it struck. When one of us was suffering emotionally or physically, the other one of us felt it, too. We were so close that we soon became inseparable. This deep connection we shared made it easier for us to perform our missions successfully. We knew how the other was going to react before he reacted. I often wondered if this was what it felt like to be a twin, as I’d heard that twins were extremely close like this. Luke and I were definitely closer than normal. Like twins. Some might consider our bond weird. Unnatural. And maybe it was.

  We were so close that at times we seemed to be one person.

  We shared everything. Food. Clothes. Entertainment. Women.

  We had no secrets between us.

  We were two separate people, yet also at times the same one.

  We were dreg partners.

  Soldiers.

  Best friends.

  As the days passed, my bond with Luke grew. He was my family now. My brother.

  My other half.

  The day we escaped the facility opened up a new world for me. And in the days and weeks that followed, I discovered free will. There were no more rules. No more punishment. I could now do what I wanted, when I wanted. Luke and I rebelled, going out and doing all the things we were forbidden from doing as soldiers. I didn’t need to use the pheromone anymore. I didn’t need to extract information from anyone. I learned that there were women out there—plenty of them—who offered sex for free. Hookups between men and women were apparently common out in the real world.

  I soon became a ladies’ man. A player. A seducer. It became a contest between me and Luke, seeing who could get the most women. I didn’t always win, but hey, I was man enough to admit Luke was a good-looking guy and could easily get his share of women.

  But all the meaningless sex soon began to take its toll on me, and left me feeling hollow inside. Empty. All these women only wanted me because I could give them a night of intense pleasure. None of them wanted me for me.

  That had never bothered me before. But as the months passed and I watched my other dreg brothers fall in love, loneliness settled in. Now I wanted more than a quick hookup. I wanted what they had.

  I wanted to meet that special girl who’d steal my heart and make me fall for her. I wanted to share my life, experience the rush, that exquisite joy of falling in love.

  Was it even possible that a girl might want me back? Was I even lovable? Did I even have anything to offer a woman besides sex? Could I make someone truly happy?

  Was it possible anyone could just love me for me, imperfections and all?

  Little did I know, I was about to meet my match.

  And she would knock me completely off my feet.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Ryan

  “Since when did you become an idiot?” Luke punctuated his remark with a huff that I heard loud and clear over the phone.

  I shook my head and choked out a laugh. That was Luke. He never sugar coated anything. He told it like he saw it.

  And he was right. What I was planning was idiotic.

  But I didn’t care.

  I sighed and tapped my fingers against my car’s steering wheel. “She’s my mom. I can’t just drive past and not see her. I was hoping you’d come with me.”

  The day that Noah had handed us our personal files from The Company, I had learned that my mother was still living. Her name was Glenda Martin. She lived in the small tourist town of Medicine Park, Oklahoma. Noah had helped me research her, and we’d discovered she owned a popular bed and breakfast there. An inn called Glenda’s.

  I had let myself remember her then, digging deep to try to recall all of the memories that had eluded me for so many years…

  I recalled Mom being a small, slim, exceptionally pretty woman with dark hair and light brown eyes that were flecked with gold. My own eyes were similar to hers, except mine were an amber color without flecks of any other color. I’d been told I had unusual eyes, that the color was closer to a cat’s eyes than a human’s. Citrine. Lover’s eyes.

  I had also inherited my mother’s striking good looks. I’d been called a “pretty boy” plenty of times in my life, constantly mocked and teased by the other soldiers at the facility. But they were just jealous. I couldn’t help it if I was so good-looking. My looks made it easier for me to seduce women and extract information from them, which had been my main prerogative while a soldier for The Company. Extraction.

  I was no longer a Company soldier, and I rarely used the pheromone now. I didn’t particularly like it and preferred to pretend it didn’t exist. The pheromone was a cause for ridicule by everyone who learned about it, making me extra sensitive to its existence. I reserved it for emergency war situations only, where immediate extraction of information was necessary. While the other dregs might think otherwise, I had never used the pheromone to bed a woman. Forcing attraction was wrong. Just like forcing sex was wrong. If a woman wasn’t feeling my vibe and I wasn’t feeling hers, we never engaged beyond a few words.

  But enough about me. I was talking about my mother.

  Glenda Martin.

  I really don’t remember much else about her. And that bothered me. I wanted to know my mother. I’d been
thinking over the past few weeks that I wanted to see her. I wanted her to know I was alive and well.

  After a long pause, Luke sighed over the phone. I imagined him rubbing a hand over his face. “Hell, if my mom was alive, I’d want to see her, too.” Another pause. Then, “Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

  Relief crashed over me. I wouldn’t have to do this alone. My best friend would be right beside me.

  The dregs had all left Georgia late yesterday. I was the only one riding solo right now. We were passing through Oklahoma right this moment.

  Oklahoma. Where my mother lived.

  The exit to Medicine Park was only a few miles ahead.

  I planned to make a small detour to visit her. See if she remembered me. See if she was truly as I remembered her. And ask her why she’d given me up. But I didn’t want to do this alone. I needed Luke to come along. I needed my dreg partner beside me for moral support.

  It would be dangerous. Foolish, even.

  But she was my mom. Maybe she’d invite me to stay, and we could get caught up on the last fourteen years. Maybe she’d have a good explanation for why she’d let The General take me.

  “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”

  Luke grunted. “Don’t make me regret this.”

  I chuckled softly. “Have you ever regretted anything I’ve gotten you into?”

  He snorted. “Plenty. And you know it.”

  We both laughed. We’d been through hell and back together, and our adventures were far from over.

  A companionable silence descended. I was at the end of our convoy, hanging back from the others. Tracker and Jacob were currently in the lead, with Nate and Tony following behind them, and Logan and Nishi after that. Noah and Shannon were in the middle of the pack, and Luke and Mateo were behind them. With me at the rear. When I made my detour to see my mother, I didn’t want the others to notice where I’d gone. I didn’t want them to follow. None of them would approve. They would try to talk me out of it, and I’d already made up my mind

  Luke had taken that kid Mateo under his wing, which was totally unlike him. He’d freed Mateo from his cell the night we’d rescued Shannon from the facility, then had allowed the kid to come along. Mateo was currently traveling with Luke in his Porsche, which meant if Luke came with me, then Mateo would have to come along, as well. I wasn’t sure if I wanted that kid anywhere near my mother. I didn’t trust him yet. He’d been a soldier-in-training for The Company. For all I knew, he could secretly be passing along information about us to Ellington.