Page 170 of Innocent Intentions

I nod. I understand.

We needed him alive. But I still get it.

Then, “I have something!” Bash exclaims.

We all snap to attention.

“I identified the man who cornered her in the hall. It’s her boss from the shipping company. That’s why she seemed to know him.”

He pauses, typing.

“I have his current location.”

I stand.

“Let’s go.”

Chapter 76

Margot

My head is pounding. My eyes feel heavy. I crack them open, then slam them shut as vertigo takes over.

Wait. What did I just see?

I open them again, slower this time, and blink against the blur.

This isn’t our bedroom.

I manage three seconds before I lean over the side of the cot and throw up.

Again. And again.

Five full minutes of vomiting.

Once it’s over, I breathe through the nausea and force myself to look around.

The room is small. Windowless. There’s a single door across from me, with a window placed too high for me to see through. I’m lying on some shitty excuse for a cot, barely more than a slab of foam on metal. The floor’s covered in grime. There’s a metal toilet on the far wall. The room smells like metal and mildew.

Where the fuck am I?

Why am I in a cell?

Then it hits me.

The gala.

My boss.

The hallway.

The needle.

The men.

They have me.

The Bratva has me.

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