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A hand shoots through the opening, jerking the lock.
The door flies open.
“NO!”I scream, but it’s too late—he’s on me.
A man in black wearing a mask grabs my arm, dragging me half over the console.
“Get the fuck off me!”I thrash fiercely, kicking wildly.My foot slams into his ribs.He grunts but doesn’t let go.
Another figure appears, grabbing my other arm.
“Let go!LET GO OF ME!”My voice tears out of my throat, full of panic, full of rage.“Help!Somebody fucking help me!”
They’re pulling me now, dragging me out like I’m nothing more than cargo.
My nails catch on the edge of a mask.I rip at it, screaming into his face.“I swear to God, I’ll kill you!I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Careful, the boss wants her alive,” someone says.
My shoulder hits gravel.Gravel bites into my skin, and pain flares.
“Stop!STOP!”I twist, trying to get loose, kicking at anything I can reach.“Let me go!HELP!”
“Don’t you fucking touch me!”I scream again, louder, as a needle glints in the dark.
I thrash harder.
“Stop,” someone hisses.“You’ll bruise her.”
Hands clamp down.The needle slides in.My vision shatters into a million pieces becoming stars.
Then the darkness takes over and the muffled voices seem to disappear.
The world tilts.Blurs.Fades.
Then silence.
Nothing.
ChapterFifty-Five
Malerick
This might bethe worst day of my life.The absolute worst.I’m not fucking exaggerating.My father has beaten me up.I’ve been shot during assignments and kidnapped by a Russian spy and saw my mother die slowly.
None of those times compare to this moment.The moment when you feel like you might’ve lost one of the people who owns your heart.The uncertainty unfurls inch by inch, dread curling around your spine until it calcifies into fear.
When Simone called to ask for Delilah since she hadn’t arrived at her house, I told myself there was no reason to panic.Maybe she'd changed her mind, stayed in the cabin with Cass because they have this routine of fucking right before he goes to work.
I had it all wrong though.At that exact moment, Cass texted me.He was already on his way to visit Rosalinda since Lilah had finally left.
And just like that, the ground tilted.I knew something was wrong.
We mobilized fast.The thirty agents in town were activated—red alert protocols—triggered.Every road between Simone’s place and the center of town was being combed.The detail assigned to the perimeter of Simone’s property was rerouted to the access road leading up from the highway.
And that’s where they found the car.
Abandoned.
