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Tension wound around Ghost’s vocal cords as he remembered what Mila had described.“Because that bitch kept her in a barn in Russia.That’s where they held her after her kidnapping.”

Rami’s eyes turned dark and furious, mirroring Ghost’s torment.

“All right,” Taschen drawled, clearly not sold.“I mean, there’s a lot of farms in the area.It’s not unlikely some would be for rent.”

“Did you get any other confirmed location from Nick Shriver’s phone?”

“No.Which might be an indication you’re right.There’s another cell tower fifty miles away.No ping there.”

“Send us the pin.We’re heading there now.”

“Copy,” Taschen said, before hanging up.

The guys piled into the SUV, and Ghost got in the front.A second later a text came through, and then Rami’s GPS blurted out directions.

Fifteen minutes away.Christ.

CHAPTER 27

Mila was propelledin front of the lights, Wes’s grip tight on her bicep.Paul bent to scoop up the shackles and chains.

Her fingers grasped the screwdriver.The slight movement was enough to elicit a sharp pinch from Wes’s fingers.

He dipped his mouth to her ear.“Don’t try anything, bitch!”he yelled, over the music.

The closeness of his lips and his breath on her neck made her recoil with disgust.She wrapped the handle in her fist and slid the tool from the waistband of her pants.

“Bring her here!”Paul called.

Mila spun out of Wes’s grip and drove the screwdriver into his side.The metal end sunk into his abdomen.His face twisted with rage and then shock.Paul shouted behind her.

She ripped the weapon from Wes’s middle.

He sputtered and dropped to his knees, reaching for her with long, angry fingers.Blood blossomed on his shirt.Paul slammed into her from behind, tackling her to the floor.

Mila clung to the screwdriver.Paul held fast to her arm as he roughly turned her over then sat on top of her, pinning her with his weight.The scent of blood and anger hit her senses.Paul pried open her fingers and snatched the screwdriver from her hand.

She jammed her other fist into his stomach.

Paul’s knuckles cracked against her cheek.Her head bounced off the floor and pain ricocheted through her skull.Her vision went hazy, and the music and lights faded in and out around her.The barn’s rafters spiraled above.She blinked, struggling to hold on to consciousness.

Metal tinkled...the chains.

No.

She brought her focus to Paul.His jaw was hard, his stare determined.He reached for her wrist and a rush of adrenaline exploded through her muscles.

She let out a cry and jammed her hand into Paul’s nose.

“Fuck!”he screamed, cupping his hand over his face as blood gushed out.

Mila bucked, sending his unsteady form to the ground.He landed on his side near Wes’s unconscious body.Paul’s furious gaze locked on her.Red coated his nostrils and lips.He leapt.

She kicked, connecting with his mouth.

Curses flew from his lips.She scrambled to her feet but he caught her ankle, sending her pitching forward to the ground.Mila twisted and kicked him in the stomach, chest, and shoulders.Anywhere she could reach.

But it was no use.He laughed like a madman, blood dripping off his chin.The metal chain caught the corner of her eye.Diving for the long metallic strand, she whipped the end at Paul’s head.