Bound By A Promise (Brutal Vows #3)

Chapter 29

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Camila

M y stomach cramped as my world grew into consciousness. Slowly, the world around me infiltrated the inky fog surrounding my brain. I was moving, not me physically, my body was moving. I was in a vehicle.

When I tried to move, something sharp bit into my wrists as the putrid odor of smoke and perspiration filled my senses. My ankles too were restrained.

The sound of my heart thumped in my ears as I worked to control my breathing.

Wherever I was, I wasn’t alone.

A quick blink of my eyes gave me a snapshot of my surroundings. I was still wearing the same capri pants and blouse I’d worn to the museum.

The museum.

I’d been eating lunch with my family.

Gritting my teeth, I recalled the stinging sensation in my neck.

The terror built around me, consuming me with the reality that I’d been kidnapped. Someone had taken me away from Dante.

I heard a man’s voice speaking Spanish.

Another blink.

The floor beneath me was covered with dirt and trash. I moved my head. The space was confined. Behind a seat. I was behind the seat in a truck, concealed in plain sight.

I held my breath at the ringing of a phone. The seat in front of me shifted.

A man’s voice filled the musty air. “ Jefe. Sí .” A laugh. “ Demasiado fácile .” He continued with pauses, his entire conversation in Spanish. “She’s still out. I just checked.”

I could only hear his side of the conversation.

“We got the signal when she started moving. It took us straight to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art.”

“No, we dropped her phone.”

“I’m sorry, boss. They won’t even think to check it.”

“Yeah, that text message downloaded the tracker immediately. Led us straight to her.”

“Wait.”

“The tracker is still working. It’s still at the museum.”

“They’ll never catch up to us. We’re almost to the airport.”

“Should be there in a few hours.”

Tears leaked from my eyes.

Whoever had me was talking to someone who wanted me.

That text message this morning.

Airport.

Where were they taking me and to whom?

“Dante,” I said in my thoughts. “I love you. Please find me.”