Page 123 of Hold On

Tengiz shoved the wallet into Ren’s pocket.Thank you, thank you, thank you!

“How am I going to get at my pills with my hands tied?”

Tengiz shrugged. “Not my problem.”

Fucking arsehole.“Levan won’t be happy.”

“He won’t know if you’re dead.”

“He will if I’m not.”

“Fuck you.”

Fuck you too.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Ren asked.

“Take him back upstairs,” Tengiz said. “Don’t cut his ties.”

“Is one of you going to hold my cock?” Ren asked.

“Piss on yourself for all I care,” Tengiz said.

Ren was dragged back upstairs. He hadn’t particularly needed to use the bathroom but the more he knew about this place the better. So, he checked out everything, peered through windows, took in the way they fastened, noted the number of doors. On the top floor, he was hauled into the room he’d correctly guessed was an ensuite. One of the guys unfastened Ren’s trousers, pulled down his shorts and shoved him onto the toilet.

Though Ren had thought he hadn’t wanted to piss, he managed to empty his bladder. No problem with his aim. His cock and balls were both trying to pretend they weren’t there. His clothes were yanked up and he was zipped into them—not carefully. Ren could have smacked his head up hard into the guy’s face and caused some damage, but it wouldn’t give him enough of an advantage, so he didn’t.

“Can I have another drink of water?” he asked.

A glass was filled and held to his lips. Ren gulped it down.Drink while you can.

When they dragged him back to Dominic, his eyes were open.

“He needs water too,” Ren said.

One of the men fetched a drink for Dominic, then held his head by his hair as he tipped it against his mouth. Dominic spluttered but managed to swallow some of the liquid before they let him go. Once they’d left the room, Ren squirmed over to him.Oh God. How do I tell him?

“Fuck.” Dominic lay on his side, panting.

“How do you feel?”

“Like I don’t want to be here.”

“I’m sorry.” Ren had to tell him who had them.Shit.He shuddered. “This is all my fault.”

“No, it’s not. We nearly made it. If we hadn’t been clipped from behind…”

“I don’t mean that. It’s not Kilic’s guys who have us.” Ren moved a little closer. “It’s me they want.”

“Levan?” Dominic’s eyes widened. “He’s here?”

“Not yet. But there’s someone else we know downstairs. Irma.”

“Shit.” Dominic gulped. “Her and Herb?”

“So much for my powers of observation, right? Did you see anything when we arrived?”

“No, I was unconscious. I came round in the van and they stuck a needle in my arm. In yours too.”

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