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I freeze up, unable to fight as a boot is shoved against my back. The memory is too real. It’s cold. I open my eyes, only to see darkness. An anchor is chained around my conscious and I can’t break away from that day. The suffocating. My mouth opens, and I choke on a mouthful of water. My back spasms as I struggle to get oxygen into my lungs. Fight, Addy. Fight!
I force my arms to start to move and kick out with my legs. I make contact with a hard surface, and the force holding me down disappears. My head shoots up, and I choke out, coughing and gasping for air.
Sensing someone behind me, I flip onto my back to protect myself. Renaldo leans down and extends his hand. “Please, let me help you up—”
“Don’t touch me!” I cry, scooting back. I slam into a fish, squirming at my back as try to get free. Renaldo appears bored by my outburst.
“You can take my hand, or my friend Miguel here can rip you out by your hair. Either way, I’m not going to offer again.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He waves his hand. “Put her with the rest of the girls. Make sure there’s no trace she was here.” He turns his back to me and walks toward the hallway. Miguel comes at me, and no matter how hard I scream and kick, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I can’t allow him to take me out of this house. If I do, I’m as good as dead.
“Put me down, you oaf!” I bang my fists on his back. Claw my nails into his skin. I even try to bite him, but he’s indestructible. “Help! Somebody help—”
The lights in the hallway flicker, and we’re plunged into darkness. A commotion from the end of the hallway breaks out.
“What’s going on?” I hear Renaldo in the distance.
Vincent reappears, storming up to Miguel, and grabs a fist full of my hair. He tugs me forward, and I fall, my shoulder a brace as I slam into the marble tile. Bending down, he relatches onto a chunk of my hair, and I scream out in agony. His hot breath fans against my cheek. “You fucking bitch. How dare you think to double-cross me?”
I howl out at the pain radiating from my scalp. I try to slap his hands away, but his grip only tightens as he drags me behind him by my hair.
“Vincent, what the hell is going on?” Renaldo demands.
“It seems this little bitch has been working with the police.”
Shock spreads across Renaldo’s face. “She’s a fucking narc?”
I scream out as he heaves me forward. My forehead hits the surface, and stars blind my vision. Before I’m able to see clearly, I miss the chance to protect myself when Vincent’s dress shoe slams into my ribs.
“You little cunt. You have truly messed with the wrong man.” Vincent spits in my face. Renaldo is at his side, his seething eyes demanding answers.
Unable to mask the displeasure from his gritty frown, Vincent swipes a hand down his face. “My security just notified me the house is surrounded. Men in DEA uniforms. They’ve cut the power and disabled my cameras.”
“You told me there would be no issues.”
“That was before I realized she was working with the cops. We need to go. We’ll leave out the west wing on my private helicopter. They won’t get inside the premises in time to stop us.” Turning to his goon, Vincent thrusts his chin toward me. “Kill her.”
They both hurry past me, and his man pulls a gun from his back and points it directly between my eyes. “Wait! He’s the one who robbed you!” I yell out, either buying myself more time or eating a bullet faster. Renaldo stalls in his step and turns back around. “Vincent hijacked your shipment in Florida.”
Renaldo’s hard stare whips to Vincent. He waves me off. “Don’t listen to her. Let’s go—”
“He never planned on going into business with you—just to steal yours. Your three missing containers are being rerouted by freight train right under your nose.” Uncertainty shines in his penetrating gaze. The doubt grows brighter as he rips his eyes from me to stare at Vincent.
“Shut your babbling mouth, you lying bitch.”
“What the fuck is she talking about?” Renaldo turns toward Vincent, his shoulders squared.
“You’re not listening to this nonsense, are you? We’re wasting time.” Vincent turns to walk away.
“I’m not lying. You shoot me, and you’ll never know where your three containers are. I know where he has them going. I’ll tell you everything—”
“Shut up.” Vincent turns around, pulling his gun from his back and pointing it at me.
Just as quickly, Renaldo reaches for his gun and aims it at Vincent. “I think she should continue.”
