“My father has friends,” I say, my voice pitching up with hysteria. “They’re not just going to accept this. Someone will help me and—”
“Enough!” He raises his voice only a fraction higher, but it feels like he’s screaming at me. “That’s enough. I want silence now.”
“Who do you think I am?” I snarl at him. “I’m not about to follow your commands like some kicked dog!”
Artem sighs and nods once more to the man sitting opposite me.
I whip my head back and forth between Artem and Goon #1.
“What was that?” I demand. “What’d you… what—no…!”
Before I can even finish my sentence, the goon reaches for me with something clutched in his hands.
I scream, but none of the men in the car seem bothered in the least.
Not even when the goon tightens a gag around my mouth.
My scream devolves into a w
