“I’m not leaving you, Deva, or those two lunatics!”
“I’m not letting you get entangled in this mess that could mean the end of your career!”
“And I’m not leaving you alone,ma belle. Forget it.”
Right then, the door opened, and Semyon and another man rushed out. In the background, Deva saw a glimpse of Lance still wrestling one tall man. Kai was nowhere to be seen. Semyon drew a gun on them, and Deva knew she should have made a move sooner.
The Russian snarled. “You two, come with me.” Semyon turned her around and poked his gun in her back. The other man did the same with Sasha.
“We’re walking out of here in a civilized manner and nobody dies.”
Sasha hissed at her captor. “And if we want to die?”
Semyon only smiled at her. “Well, your cousin will definitely precede you to the tomb. What about that?”
Deva exchanged a desperate look with Sasha who only pinched her lips. No way out for the moment. Semyon and his man steered them in the corridors until they reached the elevators. Alone, he punched the button for the hospital’s parking lot.
“So sweet of you to visit my father, Semyon. I didn’t know that you and Gerasim had such a compassionate heart, or maybe you had another goal in mind.”
He fisted her hair and pulled. Deva bit back a whimper of pain, all too aware of the gun digging into her back. “Shut up! And be thankful to still be alive.”
Just as the door opened, he released her head and pushed her forward. Sasha followed silently, submitting to the menace. Deva was desperate to find any opening, any crack that could allow them to flee. She didn’t know the implications of the Bratva with her father, or with Finch, but there were very few options where she remained alive. The best scenario was being delivered as a gift to her father. The worst was death.
They approached a big SUV on the far left of the parking garage. Heart pounding, Deva was about to attempt anything, even pleading to release Sasha when something hit her on the head, and everything turned black.
