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“I don’t know,” she replies airily. I respond in kind by shooting her in the foot. “Tell me now. Otherwise, I’ll just start working my way up,” I say as she screams hysterically.
“She’s in a warehouse in Illinois. Lamapro Brothers’ automobiles,” she says, dissolving into tears. I look at her one last time before shooting her twice in the head, watching her eyes blank out before silence ensues.
I rush over to the living room closet, pulling on my jacket. I call Franco and tell him as briefly as I can about the situation in case the line is being tapped, he deciphers what I mean, and I can hear him barking orders to the men in the background.
“Meet me at my location and get a clean-up crew here.” I say slowly, “I also need to find my sister, just in case our friends want to find her first.”
“Lucia was at the club tonight with Sophia. I got held up arriving, which I think was part of the plan,” he says, clicking his tongue angrily.
“Why was Sophia at my club? She shouldn’t have been there.”
“Lucia talked me into it,” he says uncomfortably. “It may have been an error in judgment.”
“You think?” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. “Where is Lucia?” I say, feeling oddly protective over my younger sister.
“Lucia is at the club. Somebody spiked her drink but she’s been checked over and she’s fine. They tried to run interference in here tonight. The fire alarms were set off, causing hundreds of thousands worth of damage as well as a ton of fights. None of this is a coincidence, someone was trying to isolate Sophia.”
“I know who. I’ll tell you when you get here. Get the jet ready because we’re flying to Chicago.”
“Help me,” I mutter as my eyes flicker open.
We’re no longer on moving anymore, we’re in a kind of abandoned warehouse. It feels icy cold as my body shivers uncomfortably, I try to huddle my knees closer together for warmth. I’m still wearing the gold mini dress from the other night, but there is an old blanket wrapped around me for further insulation. I guess Andriy doesn’t want me to die of hypothermia before he kills me himself.
“You’re awake,” a cheery voice says from behind me.
“Asshole,” I mutter.
“You don’t have much luck with men, do you?” He smirks. “Rocco isn’t exactly the Prince Charming you wanted, either.”
“At least he was honest about not loving me.”
“Oh, but on the contrary, I think he does love you. Why do you think it hurt him so much that you held on to Anton? You don’t know him at all.” He snorts. “Admit it, you were afraid to get close to him because you feared he would get hurt. The sad thing is that he’s dead, and you’ll be joining him soon.”
“He’s not dead,” I say, shaking violently.
“Oh, but he is. If Keira’s ruse went to plan, then he most definitely is. New York will be mourning its king and queen tonight. How terribly sad.”
“Keira Kavanagh?”
“Oh yes, she’s been key player to our little plan.”
“Figures, trash attracts trash,” I say, shaking my head.
“Are you a little jealous?” He asks, stroking my hand.
“You repulse me,” I say, trying to inch away.
“You loved every second of me flirting with you, don’t deny it,” he says, leaning in towards me.
“Fuck you,” I say, spitting in his face.
“Maybe later,” he says chuckling as he wipes the spit away.
“I need to go to the bathroom. It’s been hours,” I say, trying to click my mind into an escape plan.
“Fine. Vasily, take her.”
“Why the fuck do I have to take her?” a man in the shadows says in a whiny voice.
