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All three raise guns at us “Hands up,” one orders

I raise mine as does Matt

“Turn around Lie on your stomachs with your hands behind your backs,” the one in the middle demands

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

RYAT

I’M YANKED TO a stop and shoved into a chair where each wrist is pulled down toMy ankles are then also cuffed to the front legs The hood that’s been covering my face is ripped off, and I suck in a breath of fresh air as I blink and look around

We’re in a warehouse of soround No s, no doors Just an elevator at the other end of the large space Concrete floors and walls

I try to rock the chair from side to side to see how much it’ll take for me to break it, but it’s no use The bitch is cemented down to the damn floor A steel table sits in front of me that I bet is also cemented down

“A little overkill,” I say, testing the cuffs theht I know that Blake secretly likes these das, and I don’t knohy

“Are these necessary?” Matt growls, secured to the chair next to me The chains to his restraints clank as he tries to break free as well

After ere cuffed and the hood was placed over our heads, ere dragged out of the cathedral and thrown into a vehicle of some kind

The officer who stands toAnother quick look around tells uys who picked us up are nowhere to be seen They were delivery boys and nothing else

The elevator dings, getting our attention seconds before it slides open Gregory Mallory himself steps off it I’ve never met hiet on his back The sorry bastard who tried his shot,that’s e’re here He’s followed by two other men They look like they work for the FBI—three-piece black suits, sunglasses, and earpieces But none of them resemble the men I saw on the TV

He pulls the only other seat out from across the table fro a picture out of the pocket of his Tom Ford Windsor suit jacket, he slams it down and slides it to the center of the table in front of us “Erik Bates Reoddamn memory,” he orders