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The doors are yanked open, and still dazed from the accident my reaction is delayed as I’m grabbed and hauled from the car.
When my arms are yanked behind my back, and someone starts to fasten zip ties around my wrists, I struggle, shaking my head again to rid myself of the fog left over from the accident.
This is an ambush.
I hear Everleigh cry.
As my eyes flick in her direction, I see men pulling her and Vincent from the wreckage before a fist connects with my face. My muscles strain, but before I can do anything, another blow slams into my temple, and I lose consciousness.
Coming to it feels like I was hit by a train. My mouth is dry, and my head heavy as I roll it to the side. There’s a dull throb in the side of my face.
What the fuck happened?
It doesn’t feel like a hangover, and my mind is too foggy to remember last night.
“Hey,” I hear a panicked female voice. “Wake up. God. Please wake up.”
My mind clears a little, and when I move my left arm, it throbs. I’ve had a broken arm before, so I know it’s not that bad.
Lying on my side, I pry my eyes open only to see a stained wall. It looks like there’s a spray of blood drops that dried ages ago.
Fuck!
“Wake up! Please,” the woman begs again.
I push through the last of the grogginess and manage to move into a sitting position.
“Thank God,” she whimpers before letting out a sob.
Turning my head in her direction, I stare for a moment before I recognize her, and all at once, the events of the ambush hits me.
Jesus Christ.
Our car being hit. Vincent cursing as he tried to regain control of the spinning vehicle. Us tossed around before being pulled from the wreckage.
“Blyad',” I mutter, realizing how serious this shitty situation is.
Vincent!
My heartbeat speeds up, and I quickly glance around me, taking in every inch of the small, filthy room we seem to be locked in.
I try to remember the men who ambushed us but come up empty-handed.
I don’t know who has us.
Maybe Ivanov retaliated?
“What’s your name?” Everleigh asks. “Do you think the other guards will look for us?”
Glancing around the empty room again, I see nothing but old blood stains. There’s a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Fuck, this is bad.
“Please talk to me,” Everleigh begs, her voice trembling.
My gaze swings back to her, and I shake my head. “Alek.” My tongue flicks out to wet my dry lips. “My name is Alek.”
Everleigh’s features tighten, and I can see tears brimming in her eyes. Her outfit is ruffled, and the high heels she wore when I grabbed her are nowhere to be seen.
