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“The what?” I ask, praying that’s not some kind of rival Cartel gang.
“The Russian mafia, missy.”
“In Texas?”
Jasha looks slightly offended. “We’re anywhere we want to be, bitch! So start talking before Nikolai over here stops the car and starts digging your grave.”
“You’d be the one digging,” Nikolai grumbles.
Jasha rolls his eyes. “The point is, you’re dead unless you talk.”
And I’m probably dead even if I do, but I’m not going to gain anything from making them angrier than they already are, so I spill the truth. It’s my final chance to gain any sympathy from them.
“I told you, I’m not with the Cartel. They forced me to do it. They said if I didn’t take the bag to Dimalona, they’d kill my cousin Eddy,” I say, trying to make it sound like I didn’t know what was in the bag. Technically, I didn’t know it was P50. I just knew they were drugs, and expensive ones.
Jasha looks at me, then looks at Nikolai for support. “What do you think? Sound believable?”
“There’s no reason a girl like her would be carrying around that much P50 in her car unless she was being coerced into it. So far, her story adds up, but we’re still taking her to the house for more thorough questioning.”
Jasha’s eyes narrow as he turns to look at me once more. “More thorough questioning means you’d better not be lying to us, missy. My brother has a way with extracting the truth.”
God, just what I need. Two Bratva brothers attempting to extract their version of the truth out of a woman who is practically a third of their size. Don’t they realize I’m not a threat to them? I’m the victim here, and they have no right to treat me like I’m the one who orchestrated the drug run.
I look out the window, searching the horizon for some sign of where we are. If I can call the real police and tell them what happened, I might be able to get out of this without being tied to the drugs that Jasha is carrying in his lap.
After all, who would believe that a twenty-three-year-old woman with no criminal history was the one carrying ten kilograms of a barely known schedule 1 drug.
I can’t tell where we are by looking, but perhaps the police could locate me anyway if I call them. I know my kidnappers’ names, and they’re driving in an SUV with lights on the top. It’s worth a shot.
I pull my phone from my pocket, keeping it to my side so that Jasha and Nikolai won’t see it. I flick my thumb across the screen to unlock it, and quietly open the calling app.
My thumb hits the first number.
BEEP
“What the fuck is that?” Nikolai growls. “Is she calling someone?”
Jasha turns around in his seat, grabbing at my phone as I try to pull it back. I’ve already been caught, but if I can get a call out, it might not have been for nothing.
“Give me that, you little bitch.” Jasha practically climbs into the backseat to take my phone, prying it from my fingers easily. “You got anything else you want to tell me about?”
I pull my knees up to my chest, and from this position, I’m tempted to kick him, but I know that wouldn’t do anything but anger him further. My only chance of escape is gone, and my only hope is that they spare my life once I’ve given them what they want.
If they’re pissed off at me, I can hardly see that happening.
“I don’t have anything else. Please, I just wanted to make sure my cousin was okay.”
“Enough about your stupid cousin,” Jasha barks, waving my phone at me like a weapon. “If you called someone, the only person you’re going to have to worry about is yourself.”
“I didn’t call anyone, I swear. You can check,” I plead, my voice catching in my throat.
Nikolai glances at me in the rearview mirror, his green eyes narrowing. “I should’ve searched you before I put you in the car, but I wanted to preserve your dignity. Well, once we get to the house, we’re really going to make sure you’re not hiding anything. There’s no dignity for liars like you.”
Jasha chuckles, falling back into his seat. “We’ll be checking every crack and crevice.”
“Iwill,” Nikolai interjects. “You’re going to go weigh and analyze the drugs.”
The idea of Nikolai strip-searching me sends a chill through my body, but it’s not the kind it should be. I should be terrified, and I am, but there’s something else, some little spark of excitement that’s wholly inappropriate at a time like this.
