Page 37 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

The humid air of the night was stale, just like this damn situation. As I stuck to the dark shadows, inching my way closer, I spotted the house. It would seem this was where they'd wait out for the ransom. If I knew the details and the amount, I would gladly pay it myself. I didn’t like leaving her here. I didn’t fucking like it at all.

The house was a dump, barely adequate to live in. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was condemned and these morons found it to be their hiding spot till they got funds they wanted.

I watched them carry Anastasia’s limp body inside, and guilt wretched me from the inside.

I pulled out my phone and several missed messages from Scarlett waited to be read. She sent them before Michail kidnapped her. It gutted me that I couldn’t tell her anything. I left her thinking I bailed on our date. But I couldn't reply to her. If I replied, I’d have to lie to her. I had told her enough lies, too many in fact.

Instead, I sent a scripted message to the men I embedded into this group. There were a total of three and I prayed it was enough.

*Nothing is to happen to the girl.*

*Otherwise, you’ll answer to me.*

The reply instantly came back.

*We’ll have eyes on her at all times.*

Somewhat relieved, I made my way back to my car and headed to my place a few hours away from here, outside the city. There was nothing in the city that I wanted anymore.

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