Page 55 of C is For Corruption (Horsemen #3)

Victoria

The cold from the hard concrete seeped through my jeans, causing me to shiver. The only warmth wherever I was came from my breath in the burlap sack over my head. My chest and shoulders felt strained, and my wrists burned from the rope that held them behind my back. Everything ached.

I’d used everything the guys had taught me to try and get away from the men who’d ambushed me on my way to the diner.

The blacked-out van finally pulled up behind me in the curve.

It had been creeping along behind me for several minutes before that, but the six men launching themselves out of the sliding door at me without the van ever stopping took me by surprise.

I just barely managed to dodge being taken to the ground when they leaped at me, but I didn’t hesitate, letting the phone drop to the ground so I could defend myself.

I fought back with everything I had, all the training the guys had put me through coming to me like second nature.

My attackers hadn’t seemed to care about whether or not they injured me, their fists landing blows that left my ribs feeling bruised, my lip busted open again, and one eye swollen shut.

They’d muscled me into the back of the van, using their fists to try and subdue me as I continued to fight back.

One of them landed a blow to my head that knocked me unconscious just as the van peeled away.

When I woke up, I was here—kneeling on cold, hard concrete, a sack over my head, and silence aside from a steady drip of water somewhere behind me.

It felt like I’d been here for hours when the sound of multiple footsteps reached my ears.

The rattle of a metal door sliding open followed, and I could tell by the way the air moved that at least two people had moved to stand behind me.

My head jerked back as the burlap sack was pulled away, scratching my face.

Overhead lights blinded me, and I blinked against the sudden brightness, trying to adjust.

The sound of a throat clearing snapped my attention to the person standing before me.

I let my eyes move from their polished boots, up their body, and settling on their face.

Shock and recognition warred for dominance inside me, and I said the only thing I could as I looked into the face of the person who’d been after me all along.

“You.”

To be continued...