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Authors: Drew Sinclair
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Lindsay or I send you pieces of billionaire in plastic bag."
"Of course Vasily, of course. I'll get it done. Right now. I'll call you as soon as--"
"I am not fucking finished yet. Idiot girl." Vasily shouted.
"Of course not."
"We want hundred million dollars and Mikhail Boyevik."
"You told me yourself he was dead."
"We want proof he is dead or we want him alive. Fair exchange. Now fuck off little journalist. Do your job. You fuck up, we kill boyfriend and take little girl instead."
The call ended and Lindsay looked around desperately. There were plenty of people walking around the streets of DC but no-one who could help her. Who was she supposed to contact? She remembered Ruben Mayweather and Clayton Hargrave from Point Nemo but these were hard to reach powerful men and she had no direct contact information for them. Storm clouds were gathering overhead and the first droplets of rain began to hit her face. She put her hands to her head and tried desperately to steady her thoughts.
"I've got to get home." She told herself. "That's it. Outside my house. Those are Dale's people. They'll know who to get in touch with. She turned and started running towards her car.
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Dale didn’t bother engaging with his captors. Piotr he recognized and would always be able to find as long as he had the tracer on him. Once he got out of this mess he intended to come looking for them. If they harmed Lindsay or Nena then all bets would be off. What happened to Boyevik would be like a coconut milk massage on the beach compared to what he would do to these guys.
A hand gripped his head and jerked it back. Piotr was looking down at him.
"How bad you want I hurt him boss?" He said to Vasily and raised a blade up in front of Dale's eyes. He was a brave man but his blood ran cold when he saw the knife. Nevertheless, you would never have guessed it from the impassive stare he gave to Piotr. If he could hang on long enough then he was sure that either Ruben or Clay would check in on their shared tracking system and figure out where he was. Guaranteed they had already been informed that he was missing. If they put two and two together which they almost certainly would, then it was only a matter of time before they closed in on this location.
"I'm sorry." Dale said without a trace of emotion in his voice.
Piotr was confused for a moment and then smiled at him. Terrifying this arrogant, rich asshole American was going to be more fun than usual. A few cuts to the face followed by some broken fingers would do nicely for starters. Then the macho attitude would disappear and prisoner would beg for mercy like anybody else.
Dale continued.
"I'm sorry I didn't slit your throat when I was sitting behind you in your car."
They were going to hurt him anyway. If he could rile them, stir the pot then maybe it would take them off guard. They would already be rattled when Ruben and his team kicked the door down.
Piotr made ready to slash his face but Vasily put a hand to his wrist and spoke to him coldly in Russian. Dale didn't understand but he could guess; you're an idiot for letting him get you like that now don't be a fool and mess up the merchandise.
Or something along those lines.
"You want to know what happened to Boyevik?" Dale said.
Vasily turned on Dale and gripped his jaw in his right hand.
"No, no. No need to tell yet. Better we extract information from you. It is more entertaining this way."
"Mikhail was entertaining too." Dale said. "Your buddy screamed like a little bitch before we even got started."
"Like this?" Vasily moved his thumbs up to Dale's eyes and began to squeeze. Dale struggled to shake his head free but couldn’t. The pressure to his eyes was unbearable and he cried out. When the pressure came off all he could see were stars and then when they cleared a fist slammed into his forehead and rocked his head back.
"Hmm, not sound like little bitch yet. We need to try harder. How much you think
"Of course Vasily, of course. I'll get it done. Right now. I'll call you as soon as--"
"I am not fucking finished yet. Idiot girl." Vasily shouted.
"Of course not."
"We want hundred million dollars and Mikhail Boyevik."
"You told me yourself he was dead."
"We want proof he is dead or we want him alive. Fair exchange. Now fuck off little journalist. Do your job. You fuck up, we kill boyfriend and take little girl instead."
The call ended and Lindsay looked around desperately. There were plenty of people walking around the streets of DC but no-one who could help her. Who was she supposed to contact? She remembered Ruben Mayweather and Clayton Hargrave from Point Nemo but these were hard to reach powerful men and she had no direct contact information for them. Storm clouds were gathering overhead and the first droplets of rain began to hit her face. She put her hands to her head and tried desperately to steady her thoughts.
"I've got to get home." She told herself. "That's it. Outside my house. Those are Dale's people. They'll know who to get in touch with. She turned and started running towards her car.
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Dale didn’t bother engaging with his captors. Piotr he recognized and would always be able to find as long as he had the tracer on him. Once he got out of this mess he intended to come looking for them. If they harmed Lindsay or Nena then all bets would be off. What happened to Boyevik would be like a coconut milk massage on the beach compared to what he would do to these guys.
A hand gripped his head and jerked it back. Piotr was looking down at him.
"How bad you want I hurt him boss?" He said to Vasily and raised a blade up in front of Dale's eyes. He was a brave man but his blood ran cold when he saw the knife. Nevertheless, you would never have guessed it from the impassive stare he gave to Piotr. If he could hang on long enough then he was sure that either Ruben or Clay would check in on their shared tracking system and figure out where he was. Guaranteed they had already been informed that he was missing. If they put two and two together which they almost certainly would, then it was only a matter of time before they closed in on this location.
"I'm sorry." Dale said without a trace of emotion in his voice.
Piotr was confused for a moment and then smiled at him. Terrifying this arrogant, rich asshole American was going to be more fun than usual. A few cuts to the face followed by some broken fingers would do nicely for starters. Then the macho attitude would disappear and prisoner would beg for mercy like anybody else.
Dale continued.
"I'm sorry I didn't slit your throat when I was sitting behind you in your car."
They were going to hurt him anyway. If he could rile them, stir the pot then maybe it would take them off guard. They would already be rattled when Ruben and his team kicked the door down.
Piotr made ready to slash his face but Vasily put a hand to his wrist and spoke to him coldly in Russian. Dale didn't understand but he could guess; you're an idiot for letting him get you like that now don't be a fool and mess up the merchandise.
Or something along those lines.
"You want to know what happened to Boyevik?" Dale said.
Vasily turned on Dale and gripped his jaw in his right hand.
"No, no. No need to tell yet. Better we extract information from you. It is more entertaining this way."
"Mikhail was entertaining too." Dale said. "Your buddy screamed like a little bitch before we even got started."
"Like this?" Vasily moved his thumbs up to Dale's eyes and began to squeeze. Dale struggled to shake his head free but couldn’t. The pressure to his eyes was unbearable and he cried out. When the pressure came off all he could see were stars and then when they cleared a fist slammed into his forehead and rocked his head back.
"Hmm, not sound like little bitch yet. We need to try harder. How much you think
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