Chapter 87
Nina’s POV
The men charged like a black wave crashing through the steam-filled room. Boots slammed against the wet floor, sending bloody water splashing up their legs.
Rifles swung up in unison, red laser dots dancing across my bare, scalded skin.
My heart slammed so hard I thought it would burst. I was naked, burning, one gun against ten, the flash drive digging into my palm like a promise I might not live to keep.
“Drop it!” one of them barked, voice muffled behind his balaclava.
I could not drop it. Not the gun. Not the drive. Not after everything.
Sabina stood behind them, arms crossed under her breasts, water still streaming down her body like she was enjoying the show. Her smile was back—sharp, satisfied. “Make it quick, boys. But don’t kill her. I still have plan
