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I scream and a strong hand is pressed to my mouth and a foreign accent growls, “Shut the fuck up. There is nobody around to save you.”
I attempt to bite his hand, but he is too strong, and the fabric is pressed hard against my face as I am literally dragged from the car and my hands are pulled hard behind my back and cuffed. I kick out and take flight as I am hauled over a shoulder and my ankles tied.
I hear voices speaking in a strange accent that I can’t place and then I am forced down on a hard chair and something wraps around my waist, pulling me against the rigid back of the chair, restricting my movements.
I can’t move, I can’t speak, and I can barely breathe and as the footsteps move away, I am left with the chilling realization that nobody will come for me and nobody even cares. It’s a sobering thought because right now, in this moment, when the worst decision of my life sucker punches my heart, I conclude that this is where my life ends and there is nobody left who gives a fuck.
CHAPTER 3
MIKHAIL
There aren’t many men I hate on sight, but Carter Lamont takes the trophy.
I am itching to wipe that smug bastard expression off his face with the butt of my gun but maintain my expressionless pose and merely nod.
“Congratulations Mr. Lamont.”
“Carter, please.” He beams as he chews his cigar end between his teeth, and the sweat under his arms betrays his confident demeanor. He is either shit scared right now or so overweight his body is bleeding messages of help to anyone who gives a fuck.
I don’t.
“I was sorry to hear about your daddy’s death, son.”
I grit my teeth, but merely shrug.
“Thank you.”
He leans forward, the perspiration on his brow like a big waving white flag of surrender. He is nervous and I wonder why.
I sit straight-backed in my chair and remain impassive, Damien adopting a similar pose beside me as Carter says in a low whisper, “I doubt you’ve traveled all this way to congratulate me on my energy plant. How may I be of assistance?”
I nod to Damien, who removes a folder from his briefcase, and I sense the anticipation by the interested gleam in Carter’s eyes as he licks his lips, the greed pouring off him like the sweat under his arms.
Damien slides the photograph across the desk, and I relish the fear spark in Carter’s eyes.
“I don’t understand.”
His reaction tells me everything and I say impassively, “Have you met this woman?”
His eyes flicker and he says too quickly, “No, I don’t believe I have. Should I?”
“Take another look Carter, and this time I want the correct answer.” I fix him with a hard glare, and he visibly flinches and shakes his head vigorously.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help you.”
He won’t catch my gaze and I reply, “Can’t or won’t.”
He leans back and taps his finger nervously on the desk and glances at his computer screen as if the answer lies there.
“I’m sorry, I, um, can’t help you and I don’t want to be rude, but I have several meetings lined up. I’m sure you understand.”
I nod to Damien, who stands and moves to the door and twists the lock with theatrical precision.
Carter says in alarm, “What’s going on? Open that door!”
I shake my head.
“When I have the name. Look again, Carter. Perhaps it will be third time lucky.”
