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“I do not have to touch you to learn what I want.” Misha left his hands loose by his sides. “But I will, if I so desire. You belong to us know, Elena. You forfeited your life the moment you chose to betray Peyton. Now.”

He stalked across the room, grabbed the chains, and yanked hard enough to send Elena crashing to her knees. “Talk.”

Elena cursed and tried to stand.

Misha yanked her back onto her knees. “Stay where you belong and I’ll stop.”

Eyes full of fire, Elena spat in his direction. “I set up the kidnapping. I told Peyton Leo needed her in the parking garage. That I thought you were hurt. She ran.” Elena spat again, but dehydration kept her from making enough saliva to matter.

Misha had covered all his bases. He stared down at Elena, the chains in his hands. He owned her, and he let her know it when he took a step closer. “Where is she?”

“You’re pathetic.” Her lips cracked when she smiled, causing a trickle of blood to dribble down her chin. “How could you let such a soft woman become your weakness?”

Misha backhanded her across the face, the force of the blow cranking her head to the side.

He stood there afterward without moving.

Once she recovered and hid her shock behind a smirking grin, he smiled at her.

I’d never seen that look before, and to be honest, if I were the one on the other side of that maniacal grin, I’d have shit my pants.

“Where is she?” He didn’t have to ball his hand into a fist or threaten her again. She’d called them weak, but they’d never been stronger.

Elena swung her head around, then lifted her chin. Spite and confidence showed in every line of her face despite the split lip and red on her jaw.

She rattled off an address, her own grin breaking out. “You’ll never get her back. Anton will kill you the minute you step through the door.”

“He’s welcome to try.” Misha gathered up another handful of chain.

I stepped up beside him. “If we die, you will die right alongside us.” I made sure she heard me, that the words registered, before I continued. “Because you are going with us. You are going to tell me exactly how you gained access to our encrypted files.” She’d been doing this for months. She was the only person who made sense.

Elena glanced at Misha, and when he didn’t stop her, she stood, rolling her shoulders and giving us a haughty look. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to watch you all die. I’ll dance in your blood.”

Misha tossed the chains around her body, pinning her in place before he locked a set of zip ties around her wrists and marched her to the SUV.

Leo exited the control room and matched my stride.

We let a few feet separate us from Misha and Elena.

Leo handed me a piece of paper.

We’d decided to forgo our phones for now in case they were compromised.

It wouldn’t surprise me if Anton had someone smart enough to hack our phones on his payroll.

I read the message quickly.

I know the place. Abandoned. Lots of places for his men to hide. Lots of places for our men to break the line. I’ve already set things in motion.

Which meant our men would join us enroute.

They’d help us clear a path and get Peyton back. I nodded once, then caught up with Misha and Elena.

The three of us settled in the back, Leo behind the wheel. He started the engine and drove toward the abandoned warehouse at the address Elena had given.

Elena twisted in the seat but stopped when Misha clicked his tongue. “You asked how I got into the files.”

“I did.” I engaged in the conversation while Misha watched Elena for any signs of attempting to break her bonds.