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“Oh God,” I whispered. “It’s you. You are the one who’s been blacklisting me. You are the one who hired the cops to arrest me. You knew I was in jail and instead of helping me, you called Robbie.”
Tia smirked. “That fucking punk. All he had to do was kill you. But fuck no. He couldn’t even do that.”
“How? How are you paying the hospitals?”
Tia laughed. “Because of my father, of course. Good ol’ dad taught me everything. I even knew who your real dad was all along. Would you like to know how your mother met a man at a bar and lost her virginity to him? I hear Snoopy fucked her real good.”
Snoopy was my dad?
“God, you are so fucking pathetic. All this fucking time, you never knew. Never suspected. You always saw shit with blinders on. Even when I showed up on your doorstep that night. You didn’t even think twice. You welcomed me in with open arms.”
“What are you saying, Tia?”
“They never suspected. Not once. I told Boris that my plan would work. He didn’t want to believe me, but I knew I was right. And they all fell for it.”
“Oh God,” I gasped as my back hit the wall. “You were never attacked in California, were you? You went to that party because you wanted to. You went to Petrovitch for help.”
“Bingo,” Tia said, tapping the side of her head. “Knew you’d figure it out, eventually.”
“You set everything in motion. It wasn’t Benson who gave Petrovitch the information, it was you. You’ve been working with him all along.”
“Give the girl a cookie. She finally figured it out. Too bad little Ava got caught in the crossfire. Thought for sure her brother would go after Montana. Who fucking knew they were partners? No worries. Boris will take care of that fucker, along with the rest of them.”
“What do you mean?”
“She means I plan on killing all of them,” a man said with a thick Russian accent, walking out of Tia’s room, dressed in a black suit. Even his shirt and tie were black. I stood, not moving, as Tia skipped over to the big man, kissing his cheek. “See, baby. I told you it would work.”
Before I could utter a word, someone kicked the front door open as several men entered carrying guns. One of them wasted no time grabbing me. Forcefully turning me towards the wall, I tried to fight him, but some placed a gun against my head.
“Don’t move.”
The next thing I knew, the man behind me ripped my shirt apart right before I felt something sharp cutting my back. Screaming out in pain, another man held me still as the man behind me dug the knife into my shoulder.
“Got it!” he shouted.
“Take her,” Boris said, as I closed my eyes and whispered, “Montana.” Just as the butt of a gun hit the side of my head, knocking me out.
The room was rocking when I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. Someone grunted near me, the smell of the room putrid as I tried to hold my breath. My whole body hurt, felt as if someone weighed me down.
“She’s waking up,” I heard someone say.
“Give her another injection. I’m not done,” another voice moaned, as the rocking of the room increased.
I felt a tiny prick in my arm right before I fell into a dark abyss.
Chapter Thirty
Montana
Loud banging woke me from a dead sleep.
“PREZ!” someone shouted, as the banging continued.
Ignoring whoever it was, I rolled over and grabbed a pillow to cover my head.
“Prez! You need to get the fuck up!”
“Go away,” I barely mumbled.
