Page 150 of Crave

He pats my arm. “Good. You can take over for me when I’m gone.” Turning, his fist covers his mouth as he coughs.

“What are you talking about?” I try to look into his eyes, but he turns his head.

“Prisoner five-three-eight-two!” One of the guards calls over the crowd.

Shit, that’s my number.

“Here!” I yell as I push my way through the parting bodies.

The others are careful not to touch me while I work my way to the guards.

“Your lawyer is here,” he says gruffly and motions for me to hold out my hands for the cuffs.

“I don’t have one.” I keep my arms still, but I’m thoroughly confused.

Maybe it’s Mikhail? Did Enzo find me?

“This way.” The head guard turns on his heel and leads me inside.

Following the uniformed back and surrounded by other armed men, we go through a long cold hall to a glassed room with a steel table in the center.

The chain between my restraints gets fed into a lock on the edge by my chair.

As soon as I’m fastened, the opposing door opens and a hulking figure steps through, temporarily blocking the light behind him with his size.

Oh.

That fucker.

“Hello, Alexei.” Drago drops a leather briefcase on the metal surface as he sits in front of me.

“You aren’t my lawyer,” I say flatly.

He’s the last person I wanted to see.

“I am today. I’m your only hope of escape.” He points one of his darkly tattooed fingers at me. “I learned recently who your friends are.”

Why does he look almost remorseful?

“What about them?” I growl. I want to get out of here, so I might listen.

“I didn’t know you were friends with the Volkov’s. Mikhail saved my life. I owe him everything.” His icy blue eyes narrow as he gazes at some spot over my head.

He shakes off whatever memory he was reliving and stares at me. “So I’m going to help you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

His palms turn up. “I get it, I apologize. Tatiana has had to work with, well, bottom feeders sometimes. I thought you were one of them.”

“What are you going to do?” I’m starting to believe him.

Do I dare?

“I have the name she wants you to eliminate.” He smiles smugly.

Like that’s my only problem living in a prison full of people who hate me.

“So, afterwards, you get me out?” I hope it’s Misha. I hate that guy.

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