Cruz felt his head throbbing painfully as everyone whispered around him. It had been more than an hour since he woke up on the floor of the room he shared with Presley. Anderson was still hovering over him as he continued to lay on his side on the bed.
According to Algernon, who was also in the room, he’d been tased and then when he was on the ground someone injected him with a sedative. He was then transported back to his room and dumped there with Presley nowhere in sight. His heart clenched painfully.
“Cruz, you need to sit up and help us.”
“He took her,” Cruz whispered sadly.
“He did but we can get her back. Algernon knows people.”
“My Russian friend is on his way,” Algernon spoke seriously. “I believe Liborio Bartoli underestimates who I am and what I do. I tend to lay very low
