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The murmur of voices outside the car is dulled by the sound of my heartbeat. I have trouble drawing in a breath. My mind is scattered all over the place.

What will happen to me?

Will I be able to go home, back to Ace?

I jump as the door to my left is opened, and a hand tugs me out.

I’m positioned to stand slightly in front of whoever has a grip on me.

“Here she is,” a man says as the hood is yanked off my head.

I raise my eyes slowly, my hair falling all over my face. I push it back with both hands so I can see.

But the sight that awaits me makes my knees buckle.

Right in front of me, with his arms crossed over his chest and his face so hard it’s basically as if it’s carved from stone, stands Ace.

His anger radiates off him, the waves slamming into my body, making me want to take a step back with each one.

What the hell is going on here?

I thought I was being taken to Mr. Gorskiy, the head of the Russian mob.

The man who, for the last two months, terrorized me with threats and promises of collecting something I didn’t owe.

I shuffle my legs in preparation to do just that—take a step away—but Ace’s eyes capture them, pinning me to the spot.

He raises those brown eyes, running them up my body, the path seeming to take a year before he looks into mine.

And that’s when he says, “Babe,” in a voice vibrating with fury.

Chapter 16

Ave

“Here she is,” Cobi says, whipping the damned hood off Mandy’s head, his mouth twitching.

Fucker thinks this is funny.

I would like to see how funny he would find this situation if it were his woman standing where Mandy is right now.

I shoot him a look but keep my mouth closed.

How the fuck did this happen?

I can only thank whatever lucky stars we have that the boys still trailed Gorskiy, surveillance still in place in the Den.

My eyes shoot to Mandy’s feet when she shuffles. Then I run my eyes over her body to see if she’s okay.

I know no one touched her. No one outside Cobi and Nico, but my gut is still in knots from the mere knowledge of where she was.

When I look at her, there’s a myriad of emotions playing on her beautiful face.

Fear.

Disbelief.

Confusion.