Just as he presses the drill bit to the back of my hand, I yank free, shoot up, grab the drill from him and shove it into his eye.
I don't hear anything.
I don't feel the pain.
I steal his gun from behind his back and take out a man before an arm comes around my neck, yanking me backward.
I go with the motion, then grab hold of the arm, and when the third man is close enough, I kick up and climb him, flipping over the man behind me.
The moment my feet touch the ground, I run for the door. I lack speed, and I'm tackled. I fall down a short set of steps, and it jars me out of the trance I was in, but I still manage to turn and shoot the man before he can get to his feet.
The adrenaline fades, leaving me drained of the will to
live.
Only one thing keeps me from giving up - my love for my family. Luca. My father.
I somehow manage to struggle to my feet, but this time pain tears through me, and I have to drag my left leg as I try to make my way to the side of a building.
I have no idea where I am or how long it will take for my
family to come for me.
My breaths sound strangled, and my vision grows spotty as I keep dragging my leg so I can get away from the room where
I was held captive.
The Koslov and Terrero blood in my veins refuse to surrender, and I keep pushing forward.