I struggle against his hold for a second before it’s painfully clear there will be no escape for me. In a battle of strength, Timofey will win every time.
“What are you talking about?”
His hands tighten around my wrists to the point I’m sure there will be bruises. “Tell me where Benjamin is. Now.”
I inhale sharply. “You don’t know where Benjamin is?”
Noelle. That’s my first thought. Blunt and stupid and obvious. She wanted me to get Benjamin away from Timofey. She has to be involved here.
But it’s only been a few hours since I saw her last. Surely she couldn’t have done anything since then, right?
It’s not as if the Bratva doesn’t have enough enemies. If the Albanians could get Noelle to turn on me, then they could have hired someone else to kidnap a baby.
No. It couldn’t have been
