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He’s been drugged.

He’s the only one that’s capable of getting us out of here. I fucking pray he pulls out of it soon.

Why is he untied?

The female hums as she approaches a laptop perched on the table, only the hush of her suit audible in the basement as she moves. Her pawns are standing around the perimeter of the room, watching my every move. Penelope slides a small table in front of me, refusing to make eye contact. I glare at her as she shuffles back into the corner.

The mystery woman places the laptop in front of me with a paused video on the screen of what looks like two figures in the middle of a shipping dock.

Me and Jac.

I raise my swollen eyebrow at her smug face, and she tuts, pressing the space bar to play the video. There’s no sound. It’s us securing the last drug deal before we were ambushed by the Turkish dealers a few months ago. My face burns hot with anger.

I’m not stupid. One wrong move, and she sends that to the authorities.

But what’s worse is every second I spend away from Camila, the more chance there is of her being hurt. If that cockhead hurts her, if she dies…

I quickly wipe the thought away and glare at the woman. “It was you.”

She huffs a laugh. “Of course it was me.”

That’s not important right now. I have a list of priorities, and if sending that video wherever she intends to send it keeps my Angel safe, then so be it.

“Where. Is. Camila?” I spit. My patience is wearing thin, not that I had any to begin with. I can feel the adrenaline taking over my body, but I have to be smart about this. I can’t make any movements yet. I need Jac to recover first. And knowing him, he would’ve sent out an SOS to our team as soon as I walked inside DL.

“Now, Alexander—”

“Why do you keep calling me that?” I interrupt. There are only a handful of people that know my full name. She’s either taking a really wild, correct guess, or she knows exactly who I am. Someone from my past. I have a feeling it's the latter.

Jac mumbles something inaudible; I glance over to make sure he’s okay.

“Do not interrupt me,” she scoffs. “You can either cooperate with us, or I'll make you watch while your girlfriend gets fucked then killed."

Bile rises in my throat as she shoves a phone in my face with less-than-clear live CCTV footage. There’s a girl lying in the middle of a dark room that only has a few gaps of light shining in. It can’t be later than early morning. My stomach bottoms out as I realise she’s showing me Camila.

Fuck.

Keep your head clear, keep your head clear.

I don’t trust a fucking word this woman says. She’ll kill Camila regardless of whatever information she wants out of me.

“What do you want, you sick fuck?” I press.

“Oh, fuck, my head,” Jac utters.

Yes.

The woman cuts her gaze to him, glancing at one of her lackeys who moves to stand beside Jac.

Fuck.

“I want to destroy you,” she snarls, bending over to be eye level with me.

I huff out a laugh, leaning closer. “You can try.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Jac’s words are a lot clearer now. My heart pounds. A few more minutes.

“All it takes is one little press of a button, and all your secrets are out in the world.” She smiles.