I woke to a face full of water. Coughing and spitting so I could actually breathe proved a more difficult chore than I had thought possible. Might have something to do with the black cloth they had over my eyes.
Assholes.
I needed to figure out what these douchewaffles wanted so I could go home. Hopefully still alive. If this was a bid for ransom, then they'd caught themselves a live one.
How they'd known I would be vulnerable was another thing I needed answered. If we had another mole in our organization, I was going to start breaking faces.
As soon as I was free.
The cover over my head was ripped free. Along with a chunk of hair. Just as the bright lights stabbed my retinas, a huge fist collided with my right cheek.
Biting back the cry of pain, I fought to remain conscious. B
