There’s no air to breathe!
God, I’m going to die.
No.
Shit, I can’t breathe.
Help.
Not like this. I can’t die like this.
I try to inhale, but all I hear is the strangling sound of my throat closing.
Chapter 16
Misha
Abbie struggles like a wild cat against Alek’s hold while Armani and I tie her to a chair.
“Looks like you like it rough,” Alek taunts her, and I notice his hands are digging hard into her biceps.
“Fucker,” Abbie spits at him, her eyes lit with fire.
“She’s restrained,” Armani mutters, clearly bored with the exercise.
Alek chuckles darkly, “Let’s see if you can free yourself.”
Abbie strains against the ropes as if it will help her get loose.
Losing interest, I glance toward the yakuza. There’s no sign of the fuckers or Aurora.
“Baby, if you don’t free yourself, you’re shitting, eating, and sleeping here,” Alek taunts Abbie.
Something tells me to walk toward the crates, and as I take a step, Armani asks, “Where are you going?”
Not answering his question, I head to the back of the warehouse. I come across Seijo and Takaharu, where they’re chilling and smoking.
“Where’s Kazuo?” I ask.
Seijo shakes his head at me, then asks, “You looking for the girl?” He tilts his head. “Is that why you beat me up?”
Giving him a look of warning not to fuck with me, I walk deeper into the crates. If the fuckers think I’m interested in Aurora, they might hurt her to get back at me for the beating I gave Seijo.
There’s a feeling in my gut that something’s wrong, and I pause between two crates to listen.
I hear Abbie cursing at Alek, the Albanians laughing at whatever they're doing to the twins, but nothing else.
I don’t hear Aurora.
Following my gut, I move deeper into the maze of crates, and turning left, I see Kazuo leaning against a crate, but there’s no sign of Aurora.
It takes a moment for me to realize what’s going on.
“Did you put her in a crate?” I snap as I stalk toward him.
Kazuo steps forward, giving me an annoyed look. “Fuck off, Petrov.”
I grab the front of his shirt and yank him closer to me. “Where. Is. She?”