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Mia

Days later.

Czar ~ I’m here waiting for you.

I stare at the text message, and my heart swells. I chew my lip and respond to the text.

Mia ~ I’m waiting for the Uber.

I don’t know how long we’ll be able to keep our relationship hidden from Don Elio. Pakhan Lev didn’t want Czar to talk to Don Elio about us until after his wedding with Valentina. The wedding is in a couple of days; finally, they’re getting married. It seems like a lifetime since the day that I met Czar.

Czar needs to talk to Don Elio before he sells me off to the highest bidder. I need to seriously talk to the Czar tonight.

I look at the Uber app, and the ride is down the street. I’m anxious to get to the club to meet up with Czar and Valentina. Czar will be there waiting for me. I slide my cell into the inside pocket of my coat.

I pull open the front door to wait outside, and close it. I look up as two huge men walk to me and grab my arm. One of the men has a scar across his face, marking him as evil. The other man has tattoos on his face.

Fuck!

“Who the fuck are you,” I yell, glaring at them.

They grab my arms and look at me emotionless, with dark, evil eyes. They pull me up, my kicks hit the air, and I’m unable to touch the ground.

“What the hell! Let me go,” I yell, pulling at my arms as the big thugs carry me across the driveway.

“Shut the fuck up! Nobody is going to rescue you,” Thug, with the scar on his face, yells.

They throw me inside the black van. The tattooed man jumps inside the van with me. Scarface runs around the van and gets in the driver's seat, turning on the van.

Tattoo thug ties me up and brings an oily-smelling rag up to my face, mostly likely to gag me, but I’m unable to tolerate the smell, so I immediately throw up all over the thug. I know I got some on me, but I don’t care. I got the fucker good.

“Stupid bitch,” Thug yells, hitting me.

Oh my god!

“What’s happening,” Thug scar face asks.

“The bitch threw up all over me,” Thug tattoo yells.

“Did you tie her up,” Thug scar face asks, tuning the van onto the street.

“Yes, she’s tied up, and I slapped her for barfing all over me,” Thug tattoo growls.

“That fucking sucks,” Thug scar huffs, shaking his head.

I stare at the thug, trying to clean up his jeans. Then he looks at me staring at him, and he gets pissed off. He hits me, and I see stars, blacking out.

I open my eyes, but my left eye feels swollen. Everything rushes into my mind, and I remember that the fucker hit me. My head hurts, and I move into a sitting position. I rub my head and softly touch my eye; it fucking hurts. I look around, but it’s dark and cold; I can’t see much other than dark, indiscernible images.

It smells awful.

Ooohhh hell.

I throw up again.

Fuck!

I scoot over a few feet to get away from the vomit. I don’t like it because the ground is gritty and humid. I must be in a warehouse because it stinks. I know that the fucking criminals, yeah, such as Don Elio and Czar, use warehouses to do their evil deeds. I don’t know who took me, but I know that Don Elio and Czar are going to be pissed off. I pray that Czar gets me out of here soon because I stink.

I hug my legs close to my chest to keep warm. I listen for any sounds that could give me an idea of where I’m at.

Nothing.

Niente.

Nada.

Nyet.

I don’t hear anything.