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Shy reaches for the joint, explaining, “Mac’s had these crazy dreams of Faith since right after the accident. Lately, she’s been telling him to find the girl with two faces.”

Blink hands him the joint and says, while blowing out the smoke, “No shit? Fuck, that’s kind of creepy. And you think it’s Sin and Ray?”

It’s Wolfe’s turn to grab the joint. “Well, they do have two of the same face. I’d take that as a fuck yeah.”

We laugh.

Blink’s phone chimes. “Okay, so back to New York. We need a plan.”

“They’re coming with us,” I fire off.

Everyone peers at me, and Shy laughs. “No shit, Sherlock.”

Captivity ~ Day unknown

“The fuck you say to me?” Mr. Peshkov snarls.

“I said you cannot torture her anymore. She will be no good to us if you mark her body,” a Russian woman announces from somewhere in the room.

I can’t see either of them since I’m blindfolded. One of my eyes is swollen shut, and from how wet my blindfold is, it must be cut open. I can hear her heels click-clacking around the room.

“Nyet! She is mine. I bought her—”

The woman cuts him off. “No? You bought her sister. Not her.”

Oh God. This woman was involved in Cindy being taken.

“Did you know? Did you know she had a twin? You kept this from me?” Mr. Peshkov rants.

“No, I didn’t know until I saw them DJing with my cousin, Dom.” She pauses. “Believe me, it was a huge surprise.”

Oh my God. This is Viktoriya. The Russian woman who was with Dexter.

A flash of hope forms inside me. Maybe Dexter will be able to find me, or at least know where I am so Steve can find me.

Please let this mean I’m back in New York or even Chicago.

“Dominic didn’t tell you. I don’t understand,” Peshkov questions.

Sounding frustrated, Viktoriya explains, “Dominic was here in the States when all that went down. He never saw or knew anything about her sister. We acquired all those girls from the UK. So no, he didn’t know.”

Her heels continue click-clacking around me like she’s circling me, assessing me. “Plus, look at her. She looks nothing like her sister besides her face, which you’ve beat up.”

It’s true. After Cindy went into protective custody, I changed everything I could: my hairstyle and color and enhanced my lips and breasts. I had always been on the skinnier side, where my sister had all the curves.

“You gave me some scrawny, drugged-up pizdocha when you could’ve given her to me,” Peshkov exclaims.

“Again, I didn’t know about her until recently. If you want her, you will need to pay for her. Plus that drugged-up whore still works for you, and this one is more high profile. You will have to take her away and hide her. She’s known all over. Why do you think I waited so long to take her until now?” Viktoriya says, sounding annoyed.

Waited so long? How long has she been working with Dexter?

Peshkov snaps, “Nyet! I owe you nothing! I took her! Not you! I did!”

I hear a chair move, indicating he must have been sitting in it. “She. Is. Mine. I don’t care if it’s her twin.” He runs his hands down my face, and I cringe.

“Don’t touch me,” I seethe.

Viktoriya laughs. “Dostatochno! You can have the suka. This one is more aggressive and bitchier than the other one. I don’t know if you can break this one. People will know she’s gone, she’s high profile.”

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