Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-One

Sephie

Ivan and I were left alone after Sal and Armando left the room. We had no way to know how long we’d been in there, as there were no windows in the room. It must be daylight outside by now. I had a dull headache starting from headbutting the guy that grabbed me off the bike and Sal’s weak punch to my face. Ivan, however, looked much worse than I did with the dried blood down one side of his face.

“How’s your head, Super Squish?” I asked in Russian. “Do you ever get headaches?”

He chuckled softly. “Nope. Well, let me rephrase that. I might get them, but I don’t know it when I do.”

I sighed. “That’s so useful.”

“Do you have a headache coming on, princess?”

I nodded my head. “It’s not bad. I think it’s more from when they grabbed us than Sal’s weak sauce punch. They slammed me into the car pretty hard,” I said. “I’m starting to feel it.”

what? Should I be

turning pretty

humor makes life so much better.” I smiled at him. Just as I turned my head, I heard a beep in my

when they connect. It means

just clear your throat if you’re okay,” Chen said in my ear. I cleared my throat and heard him exhale. “Good. We’re looking for you. Ghost is coming for you soon. We’ll be back,” he said. We could hear Chen talking to Gus and Oscar as they

question is how long has it been? A day and a half? Or three days? This is important information,” I said.

of the data to consider,” Ivan said.

came back into the room. Ivan and I had been quietly talking almost the entire time, mostly to keep each other awake and calm. The two guys that had grabbed us walked back in the room. They walked straight to me, cutting the restraints off my wrists, and pulled me up

standing position.

doing? Where are you taking her?” Ivan asked. I could hear the anger in his voice. Everyone could hear the anger in his voice. The guy that had hit Ivan

guy that had gone after Ivan went to punch me, but Ivan surprised him by standing up, still attached to the chair, and using his body to slam the

them both behind my back, putting another zip tie tightly around my wrists.

for me when we walked in. This isn’t good. Armando looked pi ssed when he saw the blood on the one guy I’d punched. “Are you even capable of not hurting people?” he asked

it. Tell your guys not to throw

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