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“No, no. We bring her to Dimitri too. She might be useful. In the least she might be helpful in making this one talk.”

“We only have one injection.”

“Use it on her,” Oscar said then slammed the blunt end of the gun into Will’s temple.

“No! Will!” I screamed as his body collapsed to the ground. I felt a sharp prick at the base of my neck. My body went limp as I fought him. Using all my might, I tried to shove his enormous arm off me, but my limbs wouldn’t move. Suddenly my vision blurred and Marco slung me over his shoulder. Hanging like a rag doll, everything spun before going black.





Chapter Sixteen

Will



Slowly lifting my head off my chest, I tried focusing my eyes. Seated on a wooden chair with my arms tied behind me, I closed my eyes and tried to push past the throbbing in my head.

I wasn’t alone. Voices spilled into the room, bouncing off the stone walls moist with condensation. The grey flagstone floor chilled my bare feet as I wondered why they took me and where I was.

“Deborah?” I whispered, hoping she was close.

I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to her. Inhaling deeply I caught the faint whiff of oranges. She had to be near.

I tried to move my arms, pushing against the ropes to loosen them, but nothing came of it other than my realizing my arms were tied to more than just my chair. Moving and stretching my hands as much as I could, I finally felt the soft flesh of her hand with my fingertips.

“Will…” she whispered, her words slurring, “please be you.”

“Yes, its me.”

“They drugged me…I…I…”

“Shhh, don’t speak. I’ll get us out of here somehow.”

The only light in the windowless room came from a single bulb dangling from the ceiling. Voices echoed against the stone from an adjoining room. Forcing myself to focus despite the pain in my head, I was able to make out a long metal table and a few chairs.

Attempting to use my legs as leverage, I realized my ankles were tied to the chair. Pushing with my feet our chairs scraped along the stone floor. Not wanting to draw attention, I stopped as my mind spun.

It was useless to struggle. Whoever these men were wanted us there. They knew what they were doing. Hearing a soft sob behind me, I flexed and struggled against the ropes to get enough leeway to reach her hand which quickly closed around mine.

“What’s going on? Who are these people?” She cried, her voice filled with fear.

“I wish I knew,” I said as a tall, thick bodied silhouette filled the doorway.

A man in a tight black t-shirt and shaved head nodded towards us. “Dimitri, they’re up.” He announced with a thick indescribable accent.

“Its about time. I was worried you killed another one too soon with that stuff,” Dimitri joked.

Dimitri’s accent was American but there was somewhere else underneath it. As he stepped towards the light I was surprised to see he was a slender built man with closely cropped black hair. His looks weren’t remarkable or startling like his companions. Dimitri could easily blend in with a crowd. In a lot of ways he reminded me of Stewart.

The two men entered the small space where Deborah and I were tied. The giant man’s face was expressionless but more calming than Dimitri’s eerie grin.

“Let the girl go, you don’t need her,” I said knowing they only wanted me and hoping to get Deborah to safety.

“William Hargrove King, the third,” Dimitri said slowly as he stepped directly in front of me. “You are correct. We don’t want her. But we don’t even want you. Make this easy, tell us where your father is and then you can both walk out of here.”

“My father? If you’re asking where he is then you’re even dumber than I thought. He’s dead.”

“Wrong,” he said, as a strong hand struck my cheek.

The force of his hand was enough to move our chairs back. As my cheek stung then burned, I glared at him.

His eyes narrowed intensely as he looked down at me. “I don’t have time to play around, William. Again, where is your father?”

“In a fucking cemetery. Where he’s been most of my life.”

I didn’t know what happened. In an instant I felt pain quickly spread across my face and down my neck. He must’ve punched me but his fist flew so fast I didn’t see it. The chair held me so tight, the force of his knuckles jerked my head back and into Deborah’s as the chairs jerked back. If our chairs hadn’t been connected, Dimitri’s punch would have knocked me over.

“I don’t have patience for this. I’m only asking you one more time before I get the poker. Trust me, you don’t want that. Where is your father?”