CHAPTER 23
CARTER
I tried to concentrate on the different turns with the blindfold on, but I couldn’t keep up. Nikolai and the guy up front, whose name was Wheeler, talked about football the entire time. Wheeler was only a couple of years older than me and Nikolai and had closely shaved blond hair and a thick British accent. I was hoping they’d talk about something important, but that didn’t happen.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, but I couldn’t look at it yet. Hopefully, it was Emma saying she was at the gym. Scar might have said he’d leave Emma out of this s**t, but I didn’t believe a f*****g word that came out of his mouth. I didn’t trust that she was safe or he wouldn’t use her to get something out of me.
The vehicle stopped, and Nikolai got out. “We’re here.” The back door ripped
