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I’m jealous. I’m freezing.

At least these brutes are warming me up a little as they almost break my elbows forcing my hands out.

Heavy handcuffs fall over my wrists before I get pushed into the back of his SUV.

“Don’t worry, Alexei,” Drago says as he gets behind the wheel. “I’ll make sure to use a fake name so your friends won’t know about your tarnished reputation.”

I try to shift my weight enough to feel if my phone is still in my back pocket. I have to get a message to Mikhail.

“Useless,” one of the heavily jowled men next to me mutters. “I have your cell already. I’ll be jacking off to your girlfriend’s pictures tonight.” His grin reveals a wall of silver teeth.

I slam my forehead into his mouth as hard as I can in the short space.

The scream and rush of blood spraying down my face is worth the backhand from the other guard.

“At least the whole time your throbbing nose will remind you of me.” I try to reach for my device in his flailing hands, but I can’t reach with the other asshole pinning my arms.

Fuck.

Drago turns around with a scowl. “Just drug him. He doesn’t need to enjoy the scenery.”

“No! No! No—” A needle pierces my neck.

I try to fight it, but the world fades into black.

My head hurts.

So does my back.

Where the hell am I? There’s so many voices, they turn into a low hum.

Shit. I remember.

I’m afraid to open my eyes. It stinks like body odor and onions.

Fucking Tatiana. I don’t even know who I’m supposed to kill here.

Maybe it was all a trick just to get me caught.

Rubbing my temples doesn’t help the pain to fade, but I open my eyes anyways.

Well, at least I’m alone. There’s a bunk above me with the mattress folded over so I can see the ceiling.

The bed is hard as nails. I miss mine already. No, I miss Lara’s. That’s where I’d rather be. Snuggling her on the downy pillows, pressing my naked body against her.

Not here in this frigid cell in a fucking gulag.

I know the stories. I’ve been lucky enough to avoid jail. Mikhail helped keep me out.

There may have been once or twice I should have gone.

Looking through the bars, a row of men stare back from the other side of the corridor. One grins without teeth, his bare gums smacking wetly.

How do I find out who the target is?

I have to at least pretend that is my purpose.

This sucks so incredibly much.

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