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“Pick her up. Get her in the car. Hurry up before someone sees us.”

He lifts me off the ground easily and throws me over his shoulder. The pain in my stomach from the kick gets worse as it presses into his shoulder.

I feel like I am going to throw up.

Think. Pay attention. You have to gather as much information as you can. I fight for reason and logic through the panic as they throw me harshly into the trunk of the car and slam it closed. I scream loudly, finding my voice for the first time, but it’s too late. The engine starts and the car pulls out.

I don’t even have my phone on me. Stefano is waiting for me at home, and I don’t have any way of letting anyone know where I am or what has happened. Sweat glitters on my face as fear soaks through me.

I fight the new rush of panic that overwhelms me. You are a smart girl, Darya. Just pay attention to everything, and when you get your chance, you take it. It’s going to be ok.

Chapter 25 - Stefano

In my excitement to have Darya back home with me, I can’t help watching the clock.

She should be here any moment now. It’s been just over thirty minutes since we ended our call.

But another ten, then fifteen minutes rolls past. I begin to pace.

Then another thirty minutes disappears, and when it turns into an hour past when she should have arrived, I start to feel seriously worried.

She would have told me if she was going to stop somewhere, surely.

Especially after the phone call we just had.

I grab my phone and dial her number. It rings and rings with no answer.

I try it again. Same result. I am pacing more and more.

With panic building, I rush through to the security room in my house and grab Daniel.

“Locate the car. Now,” I snap.

He doesn’t waste time asking me why or what is happening—he just starts typing, brings up the details of that car and opens the tracking app.

I stare at the screen with the knot in my stomach growing bigger by the second.

“She’s at a park, sir.” He points to her location on the map.

My parents' gravesite. So that is the park she went to—but why is the car still there when she should have left ages ago?

Nothing about this is good.

“Get the car, we are leaving now.”

Daniel jumps into action. “I’ll meet you round front, sir.”

I rush to grab my things, and by the time I am in front of the house, Daniel is already there with another member of our security team in the back.

Daniel has the other car’s location set into the GPS in case it starts moving, and he doesn’t mess around with sticking to the speed limit when he hits the road headed towards the park.

I keep clenching and unclenching my fists. Something feels so wrong about this.

A light sheen of sweat is glittering on my face the more I think about what could be happening.

Daniel pulls off the main road and into the parking lot, right next to my other car.

“Get out, search the area, find her,” I demand as we all climb out of the car and start moving in different directions.

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