Enzo.Why did I know that name? My brain felt like a wall was being built inside it, and I couldn’t get my thoughts to fall in line.
“For fuck’s sake, where are they?” Cole growled, grabbing at me again.
I swung on him, making him grunt as I caught him in the face.
“They’re here,” Enzo said.
The door opened, and two more guys shoved a third in before getting in behind him.
“Fucking go. He was following us. Knocked his ass out,” one of the guys said, slamming the door.
Enzo put the SUV into drive, and we squealed out of the parking lot.
I struggled against Cole as he worked to subdue me.
“Jesus fuck, help me. She’s wild,” Cole called out as I kicked him in the chest again.
One of the guys grabbed my wrists. We struggled as I tried to fight him. He was bigger and stronger than me, his hard body pressed to mine as we wrestled in the backseat.
“Don’t. Stop. Please,” I cried out, thrashing against him.
“You’re making it worse on yourself, doll,” Cole said through gritted teeth as he secured my ankles.
The guy on me finally got my wrists bound, and I breathed hard as I stared up at him.
“Please,” I choked out. “Don’t—”
“Sorry,” he said, really sounding like it as he duct-taped my mouth.
I sobbed as I glanced at the figure slumped on the floor.
Vinny.
The guy who’d duct-taped me made fast work of securing Vincent’s hands and feet. I cried out as he jammed a needle into Vincent’s neck.
“You aren’t going to kill him yet, right, E?” Cole grunted as E sank back in his seat.
“No. It’ll just keep him knocked out so he’s easier to handle. He punched Fox in the face right before we knocked him out. Nearly put him on his ass.”
The guy named Fox glanced at me. He had the prettiest blue eyes.
His gaze raked over me quickly. “She’s De Santis’s wife?”
“That’s what she said. Judging by the rock on her finger I’d say it’s the truth,” Cole answered. “Plus, one of his henchmen came looking for her. Pretty sure she is married to Dominic.”
“Knock her out,” Enzo called out, making a hard left.
I watched in horror as E slid forward with another needle in his hand.
“I really am sorry, peach. This might hurt a little.”
I cried out behind my duct tape, the sound muffled and barely audible as E poked the needle into my neck.
Son of a bitch. Not again.
I sank into the darkness, not sure if I’d ever be able to claw my way out this time. The way things were looking, it was a no.