“Let’s go.”
Yavuz grabbed her arm and pushed her into a large, underground garage. Walker followed behind her and was pulling the door closed when she heard Nate’s voice.
“Gracie!”
Her head whipped around to the sound of Nate screaming her name just as the lock on the door clicked back into place.
Chapter 18
Every ounce of hope Gracie had left was destroyed with that damn door.
Nate was smart. She knew this, but the chances of him being able to hack into that lock’s system in time to save her were slim to freaking none.
Her mind raced as she tried to think of how she could get away, but Yavuz’ grip was surprisingly strong and she was still too weak to overpower him.
He pushed her toward one of two compact cars parked a few feet in front of them.
“This is where we part ways,” Walker pulled a fob from his pocket and started one of the cars. “Good thing I had you transfer the money before the shit hit the fan. Man, Edric. Looks like you’d better take a cue from my playbook and vanish to someplace far away from here.”
“Just go!” Yavuz told the man angrily as he pointed his gun at Walker. “Go, now, before you end up like Achim.”
Adrian Walker laughed. “Oh, Edric. I do think I’m going to miss you a little bit.” When he turned to Gracie, his smile dimmed. “Good luck, Miss McDaniels.”
Yeah, right.“Fuck you,” Gracie shot back, making Walker’s smile grow wide again.
“I hope you make it out of this, Gracelynn. I mean that.”
Oddly, he actually sounded as though he did.
Two minutes later, Gracie watched as Adrian Walker drove his car up the wide exit ramp and disappeared into the sunlight.
“Get in.”
Yavuz pushed her again before walking around to the driver’s side of the car. She stumbled, nearly falling to her knees in the process.
Once she’d regained her footing, Gracie stopped and looked at the black car.
If you get in there, you’re dead.
It was the same thought she’d had the day Achim and Walker had tried to abduct her in front of the office. It rang true then, and the probability was even higher, today.
Raising her chin, she looked Yavuz in the eye and said, “No.”
He pointed the gun at her again, enunciating every word as he spoke through his teeth. “Get. In. The. Car.”
Though, she was beyond frightened, Gracie stood her ground. Taking in a deep breath, she exhaled slowly before repeating, “No.”
For the second time in only a few minutes, Edric Yavuz pulled the trigger.
“Ah!”
Gracie cried out, her right hand immediately going to the wound on her upper left arm. Blood seeped through her fingers and began to drip onto the concrete floor next to where she stood.
“The next one goes into your head. Now, get in the fucking car.”
Someone pounded on the door they’d just come through. Though it was muffled, she could hear Nate yelling her name. At least, she told herself it was him.
Gracie wanted to fight. Could picture herself either running back toward the door or up the ramp leading out into the open. Either way, she knew exactly what would happen.
