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Almost instantly.

Yet far, far too late.

Because it was then I realized there was a car parked at my side. With the back door ajar.

I didn’t have time to react before something slammed down against my head, and everything went black.

The pounding headache was what woke me up, grumbling and trying to rub my head, only to find my wrists bound in front of me.

That managed to snap me fully awake.

Then it came back.

Stupidly walking out of the bar when I knew I was safest inside, that there were still threats all around.

Confronting the guy from my apartment building.

Then… fuck.

Almost as if I conjured him, I heard the footsteps coming closer, making me roll onto my back to glare up at him.

Chet.

FuckingChet.

How was it Chet?

Friendly, familiar, working-by-my-side-for-years Chet?

But, suddenly, shit started to fall into place.

Like the damn notes.

SignedC.

Not Czar.

C.

But why?

Was he in the Bulgarian organization? Did he know Czar? But even if he did, why the hell had he givenmethe drugs to hold onto?

“You could have just dropped them off like I’d asked,” Chet said, sighing as he looked down at me.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hissed, glaring at him.

“If you’d just dropped the bricks off like I’d told you to in the note…”

“What note? I never got a note. I just got my fucking face bashed in.”

“What was I supposed to do? I had to find the drugs.”

“Why give them to me in the first place, you fucking psycho?”

“Well, I couldn’t have them,” he said, eyes wild before he turned away. “They were looking for them.”

“Who? The Bulgarians?” I asked, wanting him to talk. To buy me some time. To get free. Or for someone to notice I was missing and start looking for me.

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