Chapter 82. Her Plot

[Rosco’s POV]

The world fades in and out as I feel myself being lifted off the chair I sit on and dragged across the room and into another. When I’m released, I feel something soft and fluffy beneath me.

Just to my right, I can hear muffled conversation, but due to the ringing in my ears, I can’t quite make out what is being said.

Fuck, how could I let this happen when I knew better than anyone what Nadia was capable of? I was being kind, and when whatever the fuck was running through my veins disappeared, I was just going to kill her and have every fucking doctor and chemist figure out what the hell was needed for Denali.

With this thought in mind, I wait until the world starts to come back into view so that I find I’m in a bed and my wrists and feet are cuffed. Standing at the end of the bed is Nadia, who is now dressed in skimpy lingerie.

Behind her, standing by the door, is a photographer and videographer, and I immediately understand what is happen