Chapter 15

The men returned sooner than Keira expected. The door swung open with a metallic groan as three men entered. Two armed guards positioned themselves near the entrance while a third walked over to them, newspaper and phone in hand. Fucking cowards.

"Time for your close-up," the third dickhead said, all still had their faces covered, good thing right? "Your families need to see you're still breathing."

Keira sat up straighter and more alert. She'd been watching over Alexei for the last hour, and he had seemed fine. So maybe he didn't have a brain bleed.

Her mind raced. They needed these photos, which meant her sister and Roman had asked for proof of life. That was good. It meant they were working on something. If anyone could save them it was her family.

Alexei stirred beside her on the cot, clearly disoriented from sleep and his concussion. She squeezed his arm in warning, silently urging him to get his bearings quickly.

"Don't make any sudden moves," the man sa