Before I can react, he’s on me, grabbing my wrist and twisting.
The gun falls from my hand.
I scream.
Kick. Fight.
But there are too many of them.
Another man grabs my other arm and pulls me back.
I thrash. Bite. Claw.
But it’s useless.
Lionetti steps forward, calm and controlled.
He picks up the gun, looks at it, then looks at me.
He nods to one of the men.
I see the movement.
The butt of a pistol.
Coming toward my head.
The impact is brutal. White-hot pain explodes across my skull. And then everything goes dark.
21
Silas
We're in the air.
Heading home.
The girls are secure in the back of the plane.
Wrapped in blankets.
Medical attention already administered.
Inez is sleeping.
Finally.
Jaceis beside me.
Reviewing footage on his laptop.
Making sure we didn't leave any traces.
I should feel good.
We got them out.
All of them.
