The shipping container smelled like rust and dead fish.
Dante hit the metal floor hard, his shoulder screaming in protest. The guards had thrown him in like a bag of garbage.
A second later, Sienna was shoved in beside him. She stumbled, nearly fell, but caught herself against the corrugated wall.
Then Elena. She landed more gracefully, already scanning their prison even as the guards dragged in the last prisoner.
Marcus.
Dante's driver and head of security looked like he'd been through a meat grinder. His face was bruised beyond recognition.
One eye was swollen shut. Blood crusted on his shirt from wounds Dante couldn't see in the darkness.
But he was alive.
The metal door slammed shut with a sound like thunder. The lock clicked. Heavy. Final.
Darkness swallowed them whole.
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