“Oh, I know how he is.” His tone drips with mockery, and he lifts from the hood. His arms uncross. “But I do wonder what the familia would say about this little secret of yours.”
My eyes dart to a blond man on Hairy-arms’ right when he takes a step toward me, and I turn and bolt. My feet aim toward the elevator, and I pump my legs with all my might, but I already know it’s useless. My mind is screaming run while simultaneously coming up with what to do when I get caught.
A plan doesn’t have a chance to form.
I scream when my hair is yanked, and I’m crashing into a hard chest. I expect a hand to go over my mouth and to feel a pinch in my neck, just like the last time I was in this complex.
These aren’t Lorenzo’s men, though.
Blondie spins me around, and all I have a chance to do is gasp before his fist rears back and he punches me in the eye.
A white light bursts, and then the world goes black.