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I grunted as the air was slammed out of me by a fist to the stomach.
I was hit a few more times by the bigger guy and must have passed out briefly because now my informant Mohammed was having a turn. I hadn’t even seen them switch over. He had two sovereign-type rings on his right hand, which were acting as a cross between a knuckle duster and a small chib, bruising and cutting me at the same time.
My head lulled forward as I spat out some blood. Sweat dripped down my brow. I screwed up my eyes against the burn as several drops ran into my eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision.
“Tell us where the lab is, and we will let you go!” the double-crossing bastard said. I snorted.As if!
His fist connected with my face again, snapping my head to the side. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek.
“You guys are going to pay for this!” I smirked, or at least I tried to, but my face was swelling up fast, so it was probably a more grotesque-looking grimace than anything.
“You think this is funny, huh?” he shouted, nodding to the big guy to take over.
He punched me in the stomach. Then punched me again and again.
Oof! The air whooshed out of me. That last one not only winded me but hurt like hell. I was sure I’d felt one of my ribs crack. I tried to drag air back into my lungs, but it was a struggle. I couldn’t breathe deeply, so I took several shallow breaths and tried to concentrate on calming down my racing heart.
They’d taken a breather themselves, and I was glad of the short reprieve. It didn’t last long.
“You stupid Russian asshole. You are going to tell us what we want to know, and then we are going to kill you and your family.”
That really pissed me off. Fuck! When I got the chance, I was so going to kill these motherfuckers! I sniggered.
“You stupid motherfuckers are dead. My brothers are going to torture you two fuckers for days for this, then when you finally beg for death, I’m going to slit your goddamn throats,” I said.
My mouth was swollen, and my words slurred, but the coldness in my tone was enough to make them pause. Mohammad gulped loudly. He knew me and my brothers and our reputations. He was scared. Good.
“Call off your dog and tell me who’s behind the attacks on my family, and I might let you live,” I told Mohammad.
The big guy growled in rage before striking me again.
Fuck, I needed another breather. I pretended to pass out and waited. The second Mohammed stepped close enough, I brought my knees up, ignoring the excruciating sharp pain in my ribs, and kicked out with my tied feet, catching him in the balls. The pain took him to his knees, and I kicked him in the head, knocking him down, but unfortunately not out.
The big guy ran at me before I could do any more damage to Mohammad. His big, meaty fist slammed into the side of my head, and my vision swam. Several more blows rained down on me as I hovered on the verge of unconsciousness. Eventually, Mohammad pulled him off me.
“Calm it!” he shouted, holding the asshole back.
The big guy was losing control. Shit, I was relying on them not wanting to kill me too quickly so that my family could find me. I needed to stop goading them, no matter how much that grated. I had to be sensible and stay alive. Soon, Romi would wonder why I hadn’t checked in with him. He would know something had gone wrong and would start looking for me.It would take a while, but I’d be found eventually. My family would get me out of this. I just had to stay alive. Then, I would take great pleasure in killing these two.
I took another blow to the gut. Shit, I swung wildly with the impact. Mohammad was in front of me again, his hits to my stomach keeping me winded and ensuring I didn’t have the opportunity to kick out again.
My arms strained under the weight of holding up my bulky frame, and if they stayed that way much longer, my shoulders were liable to dislocate, especially with all this swinging about.
The big guy was over in the corner, breathing heavily and trying to compose himself while Mohammad got in another few blows, alternating between my body and head. I hovered on the fringes of consciousness again, barely registering as a phone rang and the blows stopped.
I lifted my dropping head as Mohammad left the room. The big guy stood watching from the corner, saying nothing, seemingly back in control. I had to admit I was thankful for another reprieve.
My breaths were coming quick and shallow. My whole body screamed in pain, and I could barely see out of one eye. The last punch had been to my head, and it felt fuzzy. My eyes grew heavy. I fought waves of dizziness and nausea as I tried hard to keep them open, but it was just too hard, and I succumbed to blackness and oblivion.
CHAPTER 13
GRACIE
FRIDAY NIGHT - SAVING MR SEXY VOICE
By Friday night, I was becoming so proficient at my job that Gina had given me a set of keys and was entrusting me to lock up at the end of the night.
I was so proud of myself. It had been a week since I had been sacked, and despite the events of Saturday night and the annoying obsession with the Russian jerk, I was feeling lighter than I had for months. I still hadn’t decided what I wanted to do with my life, but it had only been a week, so I had time.
