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Material tears, and buttons pop off, scattering to the floor as he rips open my shirt.

“You better hope your lover boy comes through.” He yanks down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts.

Fear. Real, bloodcurdling fear floodsmy mind.

“Fuck.” He licks at his lips then reaches for his zipper.

When he pulls his cock out, it’s flaccid. A stubby, squishy looking thing he wraps his hand around and starts yanking on. His eyes fixate on my breasts as he continues to pump his lifeless dick.

“Having trouble there?” Whatever part of my brain controlling my mouth has been taken over by the drugs and the fear.

“Shut up.” He growls, yanking harder. Nothing’s happening though.

“Maybe you should try those little blue pills?” I barely get the snark out before the back of his hand lands across my face. Stars twinkle in my side vision.

“Here’s the shot,” One of the Tweedles says.

“He’s going to kill you,” I promise as I work my jaw open and closed.

He spits on his hand then wraps it around his dick again, tugging harder. A bubble of laughter bursts, and I can’t stop it. Once I get started, it consumes me. The more violent e jerks on his cock, the louder my laughter gets.

I’m jolted back from the force of a hit, and the sharp prick of a needle sinks into my arm.

“Fucking bitch.”

“Where do they have her?” I burst into Sasha’s apartment. “Where the fuck are they keeping her?”

Sasha looks up from his desktop, nonplussed as usual. His cat hisses when I get too close to the desk.

“So much for staying calm.” Kaz shuts the door and takes a spot beside Alexander while Sasha goes back to clicking on his keyboard.

“It’s been four hours, Sasha. Where the fuck is she!” The desk shakes when I slam my fist on it. Berenice hisses again and swipes a claw at me.

“Shit, she really doesn’t like you.” Sasha shoos the cat away before I can retaliate. “I’m doing what I can, Rurik,but they have her somewhere with no signal. I was able to hack into the internal GPS system of the car, but it disappeared. I haven’t been able to get it back. If there was any sort of internet or cellular capability in the area of that car, I’d be able to get a trace on it.”

“Where did you lose connection?” I spin his monitor around to get a better look.

He turns it back toward himself while shooting a hot glare at me. “That’s what I’m looking into right now. The connection disconnected and reconnected several times, I’m trying to locate the exact spot it went dead.”

“Let the man work,” Alexander says, laying a hand on my shoulder.

“If it was Megan?”

He drops his hand. “Sasha. Work faster.”

Sasha shakes his head but keeping clicking away. “Give me another second. We want the exact spot.”

“James Calloway has been notified that if any communications come through from her or about her, he’s to contact us immediately,” Kaz says, reading his phone.

I flex my fingers. We’d been only half a mile away from picking up the bastard for a conversation when text messages came through with more pictures of Mira.

The detective had nothing to do with her abduction, but I still can’t wrap my head around why she’d even consider meeting with him to take down Marco DeAngelo. Out of all the impulsive, idiotic stunts she’s pulled, this one takes the fucking cake.

And when I get her home safe and sound, once I’ve madethose that have touched her pay, I’ll get to the bottom of it. But first, I need her back.

“Got it.” Sasha turns the monitor back to me with a map brought up. “The signal died there.”

My eyes fly over the map, memorizing street names, trying to locate in my mind where she might be.