The Devil. He didn't say it, but she heard it anyway.
The drive took them out of the city, into industrial areas she'd never seen before. Warehouses. Abandoned factories. The kind of places where people disappeared. Her heart hammered against her ribs.
The SUV pulled up to a massive warehouse, rust-streaked and decrepit on the outside, but when Marco punched in a code and the bay door rolled up, the inside was... different. Clean. Well-lit. And filled with men. At least twenty of them, all dressed in black, all armed with guns that made Eve's blood run cold.
"Boss." They straightened when Dimitri stepped out of the SUV, their fists going to their chests in some kind of salute.
He nodded, then held out his hand to Eve.
"Come." She took it because what else could she do? Run? She was surrounded by armed men in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
