This is such bullshit.
I’m not going to die here.
I refuse.
I won’t manifest this shit.
When I get to the bottom, the air is damp and colder. I freeze before getting shoved forward by the only two assholes it could’ve been.
“Don’t have all fuckin’ day.”
“I do,” I emit with some grit, then get pushed again.
The basement is nothing special.
Jagged stone walls, cement floors, and a bunch of wooden crates.
In the basement of a restaurant.
I’ve seen wooden crates at the ports, and they always have guns or drugs.
Huh.
“This way.”
The skinnier guy moves in front of me, leading the way to wherever, but I steal a glimpse over my shoulder to locate the big asshole who’s been in my way every time I’m looking to make like a tree and leave.
He quirks a knowing brow. “Going somewhere?”
Absolutely not.
Yet, it’s extremely difficult to follow the other dude because of all the warning flags in my head.
Levi must be beside himself.
Reeve is definitely freaking out.
They’re not going to find me. You’re on your own.
I’m jostled forward again and, if this guy touches me one more time, I’m going to lose my entire shit.
“Princess, if I have to tell youonemore time.”
I glance up at the guy leading, stopped at a brown door. Passing shelves and more crates, I suddenly hear what sounds like a garage door opening. An outdoor breeze rolls through, alluding something has opened before I hear the shouts of several men.
“Load up! This needs to move tonight.”
“Make sure you have your phones on at all times, motherfuckers! We want updates on all movement or problems.”
Oh, it’s for sure illegal shit.
A large hand latches around the back of my neck, forcing me to my latest destination before I’m placed by the door frame. Inside is a small, dirty room full of old filing cabinets and chairs.
“Tie her fuckin’ ass up?—”
The words of the man behind me get cut off when the other dude is abruptly hit by the door he’s standing in front of.
He stumbles forward before another body appears out of nowhere and jerks him inside the room.
