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Towards me.
I hold my breath in hopes that he’ll reach me. But then I see the second man step out from behind the car.
It’s like watching a scene in slow motion. My ears ring as the sound reverberates around us.
He levels his handgun at Mario and pulls the trigger. Two gunshots. A bloom of red on Mario’s chest.
He crumples to the ground, out of sight.
The world before me flickering as three more shots are fired in quick succession. Pop. Pop. Pop.
“No,” I scream, or at least I try. I think the words come out as more of a gurgle, the sound getting trapped in my throat.
My body jerks back as the car’s tires screech against the pavement.
Where are they taking me?
I swallow. Mario. Please let him be alive.
The car is moving fast. My body sways as we take the turns at high speed. I hold on and try to do a body inventory.
Nothing hurts besides my head. It aches and my vision keeps flickering. Is this a drug or a concussion, or both? Shit.
“Let me out.” I plead, trying to get a look at my kidnappers.
I can’t make them out. They are all wearing black hoods and the interior of the car is very dark.
My wristlet is still on my arm and I try to shift so I can dig out my phone. It wouldn’t surprise me if Nico and Enzo had a tracker on it.
But the car jerks to a stop and the driver shouts something at the man in the back with me. Then he’s on me, wrenching me out of the car.
Everything is happening too fast for me to think. His hand covers my mouth again with a cloth and I gag.
Whatever drug he put on it makes me feel faint.
My hands shake, my fingers digging in one last time, tearing into him, desperate for escape.
“Put her in the trunk,” the unknown deep voice says. “I don’t want to deal with her.”
I can feel hands hoisting me into the air.
It’s the last thing I remember before everything goes black.
38
Enzo
“Hi, this is Emelia – Christina’s friend from Millerton. She said you guys live together. I was just wondering if you know where she is? She was supposed to meet me here an hour ago and she hasn’t shown up yet. I can’t reach her via text or phone.”
I read the text twice and turn to Nico. “Isn’t Mario supposed to be with Christina today?”
He nods. “Yeah, why?”
I show him the text.
Christina has been adorably excited about her two friend-dates this week. She was practically bouncing off the wall earlier.
“Do you think she just lost track of time with Julia and is running late?” Nico asks, pulling out his phone.
