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“Never been on the other side of these bad boys before” He lifted an eyebrohich pulled at his scar “Remember it has to look real”

I was going to ask hi about when the first blow landed on my cheek The metal from the cuffs made Booker’s fist feel like it was encased in steel I shookin my ears when another blow landed on the other cheek I lifted my hands in automatic defense but he moved around them and landed an uppercut under runted at hiot me was another bloith the hand wrapped around the cuffs I was having a hard ti spots as darkness started to swirl around my vision

“Hey, cop”

“What?” The as gasped out fros that felt taxed and fro

“I’m really sorry about this” I didn’t have a chance to ask what he was talking about because the next thing I knew his forehead connected withshifted and I went down to my knees I was barely conscious and sure to have a concussion after the force of that blow So it harder to breathe and iled out of pure instinct as Booker hefted me up and shuffled me harshly to the truck

“Take this thing off of me” I wanted to pull the hood off but my hands were yanked behind my back and secured with the chilly metal of my own cuffs

“Can’t That was part of the big bad’s orders I think he ht actually be a little afraid of you The cuffs and hood were required” I felt hi in my back pocket “That’s the key if by some miracle you make it out of this alive”

I heard hiot was his side of the conversation as he called Roark

“I got the cop Yes, he’s unar, but the fucker broke h and then, “Where do you want him?”

A thu alone Bax can hardly move Race wants to kill ”

A litany of sords “Yeah, I’ll ditch my phone I already told you I would Look, I just want you to leave the girl alone We already went over this I don’t give a shit about the rest of them”

I shifted around trying to deterh the fabric of the hood It was no use I was practically helpless and getting ready to ride right into the belly of the beast It was the du I had ever done I wanted to kickany other solution that didn’t seem so hopeless and so desperate

It was Booker’s turn to snort “You’ve got to be kidding me Okay, I’ll be there shortly”

“He’s in Novak’s warehouse, isn’t he?”

I sounded garbled and suffocated fro my face