“Should we get the girls ready to go? Won’t hurt them to wait in the car until we can head out.”
Girls?
As in plural?
As in, I’m not the only one here?
If that is the case, I don’t know whether to be relieved or terrified.
Another person means an extra pair of hands in an escape plan, but it also brings with it more unpredictability. It’s not just our captors’ actions I have to worry about, it will be someone else’s as well.
“I don’t want them talking to each other.”
“They won’t. We can knock them out again, or gagging them will work fine.”
A new wave of panic hits me at the idea of more drugs flowing through my system. If they drug me again, I won’t be able to fight, and it’s only a matter of time before they make me change out of what I’m wearing, leaving the only way Colten has of finding me behind, and if I’m unlucky, I’ll be left without a way to defend myself as well.
I can’t let any of that happen.
“Let’s move them to the front of the warehouse, it’ll be easier to make a quick getaway,” Jay grunts. “If they give us any trouble, we’ll give them another dose.”
The breath I was holding releases, and I force my body to ease with it.
I still have time. I still have a chance. And I’m not going to give up until I’m officially out of options.
FIFTY-TWO
LEXI
Grant allows me to walk myself out of the cell, and I take careful note of everything we pass.
It’s probably redundant seeing as they’re moving us soon, but I do it anyway, cataloging every door, every hallway, and every crate I pass before we reach a large open space.
There are two chairs in the center, each with a length of rope draped over the back.
Being bound is going to make it hard to defend myself, but not impossible.
“Sit,” he orders, and I do as I’m told, my chest tightening as he methodically wraps the rope around my wrists, securing me to the cool steel.
Somehow, it’s colder in here than the cell. I guess it makes sense. We’re closer to the elements out here, the doors are in my line of sight for the first time since I woke up.
He checks the knot twice, making sure I won’t be able to escape before disappearing down the same hallway he just led me down.
Once he’s out of sight, I tug at the restraints, testing and twisting, trying to identify the knot he’s used.
The amount of time Colten and Cruz have spent teaching me to escape situations like this would surprise most people, including other Mafia princesses, but after the first time I was kidnapped, they never wanted me to be unprepared.
Thank God for overprotective alpha males,I think to myself.
A heavy set of footsteps along with a much lighter pad of bare feet makes me pause, dropping my head submissively.
They go through the same steps he did with me before silence falls over the warehouse.
Now that I’m out of the cell, I realize it’s late in the afternoon, the sun shining through the windows to the west.
Nightfall will give me extra cover if I can get out of the warehouse and therefore more chance of a successful escape.
The other woman’s bare feet pose an issue, but I’ll figure something out. I’m not going to leave her here with them when I have no idea what they intend to do with us.
