CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
I registered the pain in the back of my head as I came to. I was tied on a wooden chair. For Christ’s sake. Not this again. As my gaze cleared, I spotted Raghav pacing to and fro in front of me, his right hand on his waist while the other hand tapped his chin. Judging from the lavish nature, this had to be his house.
“What the hell!” I groaned, earning his attention as he rushed towards me stopping just out of reach.
“We do not exactly have much time Lana and so I’ll make this quick,” he spoke.
“So you are working with Nick and now you have me tied to a chair as you await to do his bidding, right?” I countered bitterly.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his forehead with his index finger briefly,” Look, I know that you have every right to thi
