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I shook my head. “She was kidnapped.”

“And you think she’s here?”

“Yes,” Keir replied. “If I let you go, will you promise not to throw shit at our heads anymore?”

“Yes.”

Keir released her with a wary look. “What’s your name?”

“Mila.”

“Mila what?”

“Mila Vassilieva.”

Keir’s brows rose. “Vassilieva. Like the head of the Vassiliev Bratva in the US?”

“That’s my father,” she replied with a sneer. “The bastard sold me to an ancient Irish mobster, all so he could get a foothold over here.”

Keir ran a hand through his hair as he muttered, “Fuck me.”

Mila sat on the edge of the bed. “I think I’ve been here about a week, but I haven’t heard or seen another woman.”

“You haven’t?” I was desperate. “Not even a girl called Orla?”

“I’ve never heard that name.” She cocked her head to the side, peering at me in the navy-blue coveralls. “How did you get in here without being seen?”

Keir answered, “Doesn’t matter. You want to get out of here, Mila?”

She jumped up. “Fuck, yes, I want to get out of here.”

Keir turned his dark eyes to me. “We can both fit in the cart, but it’ll be heavy.”

I nodded. “I can handle it.” Then to Mila, I added, “Are you sure you haven’t heard the name Orla, or of a young woman being brought here?”

Mila shook her head. “I haven’t. I’m sorry.”

“We’ll do one more sweep before we leave, Jynx, but we have to go. Now.”

I was desperate to get my sister back, and the thought of leaving without her was like someone digging my heart from my chest, but I nodded. We had to leave. If Keir was found, he’d suffer for the attempt.

“I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” I told them both before sliding out the door. The hallway was empty, and I took amoment to check the few remaining doors in the hallway. I had reached the second last room on the left when I felt someone step in behind me and heard the door close.

Chapter 20

Keir

My head tilted at the sound of the closing door farther up the hall, something in the back of my brain screaming at me to follow. Glancing over my shoulder at Mila, I weighed my options. I now had two people to get out of here alive, and one of them should’ve been Molly’s sister. Whether Mila was lying about not seeing another captive, I was unsure. All I knew was Mila had to come with us.

“What’s going on?” Mila hissed. “Are we leaving? Where’s your woman gone?”

Bringing my finger vertically across my lips in the universal sign for ‘shut the fuck up’, I checked the hallway once more before sliding from the room. As I moved up the hall, I felt someone behind me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She looked at me like I was the idiot. “Duh. I’m coming with you.”

I didn’t have time to argue with her. Baring my teeth, I warned, “You move when I say you move. Got it?”

“Fine,” she seethed. “Whatever you say, asshole.”