Chapter 193 - Talia

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. Blacking out so often wasn't really good for long term brain health. Or mental health. Granted, torture wasn't really high up on my list of activities to increase memorization either.

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