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.”

feel what? Should

sore. I’m probably turning pretty colors. I like

a beep in my ear. I looked at Ivan, asking. “is your earpiece still working?” He nodded his head. “Did you just hear yours

It means another earpiece just

me, it’s Chen. Don’t say anything, 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

and a half? Or three days? This is important information,” I

integrity of the data

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.

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 before punched him once more, only this

him by standing up, still attached to the chair, and using his body to slam the guy into the ground. The guy I had punched had recovered and had pulled his gun. Once again, he pointed it straight at my head,

she dies,” he said, coldly. He looked at his buddy, who got up from the floor and grabbed my arms. He pulled them both behind my back, putting another zip tie tightly around my wrists. He pushed me toward the door, then turned to look at Ivan. “I’ll be back for you,” he said. His voice had

short hallway to another room. Armando was waiting for me when we walked in. This isn’t good. Armando

the one that starts it. Tell your guys not to throw the first punch and I won’t break their nose,” I

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