okay?” The man above her asked.
“Y-yes—”
“Good.” He held her down. “Stay down.”
She couldn’t have disobeyed if she’d wanted to. Her vision was fuzzed and her balance was nonexistent. She crammed every ounce of strength she had into a single plea as the nausea threatened. “Please, help my broth—”
The limo roared to life, drowning out the rest.
It didn’t matter. Her tackler had already jackknifed off her body and vaulted after the car. It happened so quickly, she never even saw the man’s face. She had managed to place his voice, however. But by then it was too late.
She’d already passed out.
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