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It was too late, though.
While I was preoccupied with trying to stop the bleeding in his shoulder, unyielding hands pulled me into the car as it revved forward.
Yan held on to me with all his might. They shot him again in the same shoulder. I put my chest to his so they wouldn’t be able to kill him and used all my energy to pull him inside with me.
I can tell they don’t want me dead or they would’ve shot me, too, so I used my body as a shield against Yan. It’s clear they didn’t want him to join us, and I probably should’ve let him fall outside the car for the others to find and help him, but I couldn’t trust that they wouldn’t run him over on their way out, just to make sure he was dead.
My body is still covering his after one of the men in the front cut off my conversation with Adrian. Here’s to hoping the small bits of information I got to my fake husband will enable him and his men to find us soon. Not only because I have a horrible feeling about where they’re taking us, but also because Yan has lost a lot of blood. My white gloves have turned red from how much I’ve pressed on the two holes in his shoulder, but the blood won’t stop oozing out.
His lips are pale and he keeps trying to push me off with his good hand, but I refuse to budge. If I do, the man from the front who’s holding a damn rifle won’t hesitate to shoot him.
I haven’t paid attention to where we’re going, but the roads are secluded, silent and dark. There are two men in the front. The one who’s driving is wearing a leather jacket, hair hidden by a hat, and a black mask covers everything but his mouth and nose. He’s the silent one, the one who hasn’t talked since we got in here. The other man is nestling a rifle as if it’s his pet. He’s the one who shot Yan, the second time, at least, and cut off my phone call with Adrian.
They’re not talking, so I can’t tell what nationality they are, but Rifle Man spoke with an accented English just now.
I have no idea what this is, but I’m almost sure it has to do with Adrian. Are they kidnapping me to force him into doing something? I don’t think it’s because of a ransom, or they would’ve made their demands by now.
In that document, it was mentioned that Adrian was the target of many assassination attempts. Because of his position, he knows more than he should and uses it for the brotherhood’s benefits. Whether it’s to seize power, to order a hit, or to steal deals. His control over critical information has made him a target for numerous crime organizations and cartels—including the Bratva’s classic allies.
Ogla mentioned once that he works from home for his own safety, and that thePakhanprefers it because it keeps the brotherhood’s most valuable asset, Adrian, from danger.
“Let me go,” Yan groans.
I shake my head against his shoulder. I’m straddling his lap, both of my hands pressing on his wound. “They’ll kill you.”
He raises a brow. “If they don’t, the boss will.”
I scowl. “This is not the time to think about Adrian’s stupid possessiveness.”
“He’ll really murder me for touching you.”
“You’re not touching. I am.” I stare behind me at the silent men. “Who are they?”
Yan shakes his head, and I’m not sure if it means he doesn’t know or that I shouldn’t talk about them when they can hear us. Probably both.
All I know is that these men are dangerous—professional, even. They managed to slip under the heavy security at tonight’s party and even leave unnoticed. The car does have tinted windows, which helped, but still. Yan and I were completely taken off guard.
“Why are you so calm?” Adrian’s guard asks me, sweat trickling down his temples.
I stare at my steady hands. Even my breathing is calm. I didn’t panic, not even when Yan was shot. My immediate thought was to get him safe and sound from that predicament. It still is.
But ever since I got that text, I’ve had a premonition that something bad would happen. That’s why I practically begged Adrian to take us home.
“Panic won’t do us any good, Yan.”
“You’re so different.” He grabs my hand with his non-injured one and tries to pry me off him.
I swat it away as gently as possible. “Stop worrying about Adrian’s reaction when you’re about to bleed to death.”
“Not possible. We exist for him.”
“Jesus. That’s some warped sense of loyalty.”
“He’s so blinded, though…” he trails off, his voice weakening. “He’s lost sight of what’s important…”
I press harder on his wound and he grunts, pursing his lips to stifle a moan of pain. I can feel my strength waning and Yan still won’t stop bleeding.
It doesn’t take him long to lose consciousness. He tries to fight it, I’ll give him that. He keeps attempting to open his lids when I call his name, but then he’s out cold.
