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She hadn’t gotten three yards before four men emerged from the shadows and converged on her.
Jasmine braced herself, ready to take on all four men.
They stood back as the man she’d just kneed in the groin marched into the center of them and grabbed her arms. She tried to break his grip by shooting her hands up through the gap between them.
The man wasn’t letting go.
She tried kicking him, but he held her at arm’s length away from him, his grip so tight it hurt.
He nodded toward the men standing around.
One of them approached and reached for her ankles.
Jasmine thrashed her legs, refusing to let him snag her ankles.
Another man hurried forward and grabbed her right leg. The other guy grabbed her left leg and yanked her feet out from under her.
They secured her legs with a zip tie and dropped her feet back to the ground.
Then, bloody nose guy let go of his grip on her arms, grabbed her wrist, and twisted it up behind her.
With her legs bound at the ankles, Jasmine could only spin around.
Between the three men, they secured her wrists behind her and tossed her belly down onto the back seat of the SUV.
She struggled to turn and sit upright, only managing to fall onto the floorboard in the process.
When Demopoulos joined her, he snorted softly. “You’re lucky they didn’t kill you.”
“A girl’s got to at least try to escape,” she muttered.
“I don’t know why you’d bother. I’m taking you to see your boyfriend. How that turns out is up to you and him. If he gives me the scroll, I’ll give you to him. If he’s already handed over the scroll to Bertolli, I’ll have all of you killed and take the scroll.”
Jasmine lay still on the floorboard. He was right; she didn’t need to fight him. Not if he was taking her exactly where she wanted to be.
Where she’d find her son and Ace—if he was carrying out his promise to free her son.
The driver pulled away from the small house and raced through the city streets.
At one point, he slowed to a stop.
Demopoulos got out, leaving the back door ajar.
They were in a parking lot. A car stood beside the SUV.
The back hatch opened on the SUV, and something was laid inside.
A shiver of fear rippled through Jasmine. As she shifted to get into a better position, her bonds brushed against something smooth and cool. Could it be the knife she’d dropped earlier?
She ran her fingers across the sharp edge.
It was. She almost cried with her relief.
Demopoulos shut the back door without getting in. The front passenger door opened. The Greek crime boss got in and murmured something to the driver. Then he leaned over the seat and stared down at Jasmine. “Soon, you’ll be reunited with your son. If not alive, then in death.”
Not if she could help it.
Jasmine gripped the knife behind her back and sawed as best she could at the zip tie.
