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They’re way more dangerous than Zion.
“She won’t come,” I say. “She’ll know I don’t want her here.”
“Oh, she’ll come,” McAllister says. “She’s already given herself up to save your ass, and this time, she knows we’ve got you.”
My mind races as McAllister’s words sink in.
Fuck.
Savannah will come, and there’s not a thing I can do to stop her. She’ll bring Vinnie with her, not because she wants to but because he’ll insist.
That’s the one light in this tunnel. If Bianchi gets Vinnie back, he’ll finally have the natural heir to his legacy back. He may have no more need for Savannah.
And Vinnie…
With the guilt he feels, he’ll sacrifice himself for Savannah.
Savannah and I would be free.
But she won’t let him. And neither will I.
The ropes bite into my skin as I struggle against them, willing myself to stay strong. One of them is loose, but even if I get my hands free, my feet are still bound.
I’m utterly helpless, and I don’t like that feeling. I hate it, in fact.
Another guy comes toward me with a cup of water. Must be one of their goons. He holds it against my lips, tilting it slightly. I eagerly lap up what I can, though a lot of the liquid dribbles down my chin. Once the cup is empty, the goon disappears.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Bianchi says. “They won’t be here for another hour at least.”
Fuck.
I close my eyes.
Turn back, Vannah, I beg subliminally. Please turn back.
But my eyes pop open when two more goons grab me and put me in a chair, tying down my thighs so I can’t move. “What’s this about?” I demand.
“Not much,” one of them says, his eyes gleaming. “The boss said we could have some fun with you.” He clocks my jaw.
I catapult back to the time when Zion and two of his goons attacked me—the time I broke his jaw.
That was three against one, but at least I could move.
This is two against one, and I’m fucking strapped down.
I take it. I take it all.
They batter and bloody me. Pain courses through every fiber of my being, but I grit my teeth and refuse to show any signs of weakness.
“Look at him,” McAllister’s voice echoes through the abandoned warehouse. “He thinks he’s so tough. But we’ll break him soon enough.”
The goons surround me, taunting me with cruel words and delivering brutal blows to my already injured body. I fight against my restraints, desperately trying to loosen the rope at my wrists.
I spit blood onto the concrete floor. “Fuck all of you!”
Bianchi laughs, a crackling old man laugh that sends shivers down my spine. “You’ll regret those words, Falcon. You see, I have a special plan for you. And my lovely granddaughter is going to watch.”
Fueled by a surge of adrenaline, I fight against my restraints, determined to free myself and protect Savannah. But the pain is almost too much to bear.
