Oh yeah, that was so going to work. I doubted I'd ever hear from Andrew again. I would have called the police, but Brasov had them in his pocket. Most of my friends were dancers and would be no help against Brasov and Kirk. And I didn't speak with my family.
We were doomed.
Chapter Five
~ Andrew ~
"Andrew, need help. Boss insane. Locked me up in the room behind his office."
I stared at my phone wondering if Dalton was joking around or if he was serious. I guess I wouldn't know until I asked.
"What are you talking about?"I texted back.
"Andrew, thank god,"Dalton messaged back."My boss lost his mind. He drugged me and tossed me in a hidden room in his office. He's going to sell me to some rich guy tomorrow."
Holy shit!
"Stop texting me and call the police."
"Can't. Brasov owns the police."
Well, damn.
"I know we don't know each other very well, but I need help. Please."
"I'm coming, Dalton. I just need to get some help."And I knew just the people to call. I picked up the house phone and dialed my boss. I wanted to leave my cell phone open in case Dalton messaged me again.
"Do you know what time it is, Lancaster? I haven't even gotten out of bed yet."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Knox," I said quickly, "but I have an emergency, and I need your assistance."
"Yes, of course," Colton Knox replied instantly. "Whatever you need."
God, I loved working for these guys.
"I need to borrow the Russians."
"Problems with your ex-wife?"
"No." But I wasn't surprised he went there. "A friend of mine has been kidnapped by his boss, who intends to sell him. I need the Russians to help me go rescue him. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need the muscle."
"Call the police."
I almost rolled my eyes. "I suggested that, but Dalton told me that this guy has the police paid off, so he can't call 911. They'd probably just turn him right back over to his boss."
"Okay, does he know where he's being held?"
"Some hidden room inside his boss's office."
"And where's that?" Knox asked. "Where does he work?"
"Uh...Hold on." I rested the phone between my ear and my shoulder and picked up my cell phone to type out a message to Dalton."I need to know where you work."
"The Refectory down on Tenth Street."
"He works at The Refectory down on Tenth Street, sir."
"The strip club?"
