Page 81 of Billionaire’s Promise

I gathered enough saliva in my mouth and wet a piece of tissue. Gross. I couldn’t help feeling disgusted as I cleaned myself with the self-made wet tissue. Perhaps I was wrong earlier about my senses, they hadn’t returned. Not one hundred percent.

With my face cleaned, I drove out of the parking lot. I didn’t know where I was heading. The street was busy with rush hour traffic. I drove around for a little while. Finally, I found a street quiet enough and slammed my foot on the gas until I hit a streetlamp with as much impact as I could muster.

Fuck. The airbag hit my face hard. So hard that I was struggling to stay conscious. The streetlamp bent with its light now closer to my car, like it was bowing down to say hello. For a moment, I thought it was laughing at me and my Tesla, for failing to take it down.

This was a bad sign. The streetlamp shouldn’t be communicating with me. I needed to stay awake and conscious.

Focus.

The crash had attracted some people walking by. There were different voices talking to me, asking me simple questions that I struggled to answer right now.

“Lady, are you okay?”

“Do you want me to call anyone for you?”

“Should I call 911?”

“Are you hurt?”

“Can you move?”

Suddenly, I was being dragged out of the car.

“Hey dickhead, you’re not supposed to move her!” Someone shouted. My eyes remained half opened – as much as I could manage right now but my vision was not quite in focus.

“You aren’t supposed to move me.” I whimpered.

“Put her down.”

“The ambulance is on the way.” Another voice intervened.

“Do we have a doctor here?”

“I’m a doctor.” Weakly, I answered.

“Doctors don’t do stupid shit.” A familiar voice snapped. I recognized the voice, and the strongly accented English.

It wasn’t Kai.

But wait, it was Dave. Kai’s favorite bodyguard. If Dave was here, that meant Kai was near.

“Where is Kai?” My vision came back into focus.

Dave’s head shook ever so slightly.

I knew Dave was large, but he appeared even larger when he picked me up. A black van approached us, and someone opened the back door from the inside. It drove away as soon as we got in like it was a getaway car.

“My car?”

“Someone will take care of it.” Someone in the van answered. An American by the sound of it, though I did not recognize who that person was.

The back of the van was exactly how I imagined a spy vehicle would look but a lot less humble. It was equipped with a laptop on a small camping table and chair. I sat up and gathered as much air as I could to clear my headache.

“Where is Kai?” I asked again.

Dave answered with another head shake.

“You don’t know?” I needed to hear it from him.