51. Ayana
CHAPTER 51
Ayana
A fter what felt like hours, I successfully got enough wiggle room around my right ankle to kick off my heel. It was a tiny achievement, but I felt like I’d successfully climbed Mount Everest.
My shirt and pants stuck to my skin with sweat. My lungs burned, and my arms and shoulders ached after countless hours of being bound.
But I wasn’t done yet, and I had a new problem to solve. How was I going to reach my heel when my hands were tied?
I bit my lip. The stench of the dead body had worsened as the hours passed, but I’d grown numb to it. It was just another shitty aspect of an already shitty situation.
Thankfully, Wentworth hadn’t returned yet, and none of my other abductors had shown their faces. After a minute of thinking, I held my breath and scooted as close to the shoe as possible. The scrape of chair legs against the floor was deafening in the silence, but no one came running to investigate the noise.
After I situated myself where I wanted, I eyed the shoe and mentally calculated the angles. They weren’t perfect, but they would have to do.
I braced myself and, instead of wiggling again, rocked my body from side to side. I threw as much of my weight toward the right side of my chair as possible, paused for breath, and did it all over again. It took half a dozen tries before gravity finally took hold and the chair tipped over.
I stifled a cry when my shoulder slammed against unyielding concrete. A shockwave of agony reverberated through my body, and I hoped to God I’d imagined that small crunch of bone.
I gritted my teeth against the pain and fumbled behind me for the heel. I grazed it a few times, but I couldn’t quite get a hold of it. The bonds around my wrists were too tight, and I couldn’t twist my head far enough to see behind me.
Come on. Come on. Come—there.
My fingers closed around the heel right as a burst of noise outside shattered the silence, and I dropped it again.
“ Fuck .” I couldn’t swallow a heated curse. I’d been so close , but my frustration died when I finally registered what the noise was.
Gunshots. Dozens of them.
My stomach cramped. I’d heard gunshots before, during my shooting lessons with Vuk. However, there was a difference between hearing them when you were in control of the weapon and hearing them when you were tied up and starving with a potentially fractured shoulder.
But…the Brothers wouldn’t shoot at each other. The gunfire meant someone else was here. It meant Vuk might be here.
He’ll think he’s onto something, but we’ll be ready. The memory of Wentworth’s taunts grabbed my momentary elation and snapped it in half.
Even if Vuk were here, we weren’t out of the woods. They’d been expecting him. All those gunshots…What if he?—
No. I refused to think that way. I was going to be fucking delusional and imagine him shooting his way through the ambush, hopefully putting a bullet through Wentworth’s smug mouth along the way.
The prospect of a rescue filled me with a fresh burst of energy. I searched for the heel with renewed determination and tried my best to ignore the growing fire in my shoulder. This time, it took me less than a minute to snag the shoe.
I shifted my body so I could wedge the stiletto into the knot tying my wrists together. It wasn’t sharp enough to saw through rope, but it was thin enough to slip into the knot and hopefully loosen it if I leveraged it right.
It was a long shot, but it was all I had.
The sounds of gunfire abruptly ceased. Shit . I’d hoped the firefight would distract the Brothers long enough that they wouldn’t check on me before I escaped.
What did the sudden silence mean? Who won? If Vuk was here somewhere, was he injured or dead?
Spots danced in front of my eyes. The room spun, and my efforts to loosen the knot weakened as images of Vuk’s broken, bleeding body flashed through my head.
“Stop it,” I whispered fiercely. “Get it together, Ayana.” I couldn’t afford to spiral over hypothetical scenarios. I needed to free myself now .
They were coming. It was only a matter of time.
I resumed my efforts, but my earlier burst of energy had waned. I paused after a few seconds and tried to catch my breath. The fire in my shoulder had dulled, but I wasn’t sure if that was because it’d actually faded or if my adrenaline was blocking out important pain receptors.
I pushed the stiletto a little deeper into the knot. If I?—
Footsteps. Two sets this time.
And they were close.
There was no way I’d free myself in time. If those footsteps belonged to my abductors, I was done. They’d know I was trying to escape and keep me under lock and key so I wouldn’t come close to succeeding again.
The footsteps stopped in front of me.
Angry tears sprang to my eyes. So close. I’d been so close to loosening the knot.
There was nothing I could do about it now. Time was up, and “close” didn’t count in situations like these.
My gut clenched. I blinked away my tears and forced my eyes up, up over black-clad legs and torsos until?—
“Vuk.” His name fell out on a breath of shock. My body buzzed. I blinked again, sure I was seeing things, but no. There he stood, tall and strong and alive .
An instinctive wave of relief slammed into me. I almost asked him to untie me before I realized I would never have to ask Vuk to do that. Under normal circumstances, I would already be in his arms, and he would’ve already come up with a plan to get us out of here.
My smile vanished as my hyperfocus on him faded, and the rest of the scene sharpened with painful clarity.
Vuk was staring at me, his face stark with guilt and horror. His hands were tied behind his back, and the man next to him had a gun pressed to his head. I’d never seen the second man before. Green eyes, dark hair, deceptively good-looking in a cruel, brutal way.
He took in my current position on the ground with no discernible emotion.
Before I could say anything else, another pair of footsteps sounded behind me.
Vuk’s nostrils flared. He stared past me, his eyes burning so cold I felt their chill from a dozen feet away.
Wentworth came into view. Beside him was…
My stomach free fell. Again.
My breath exploded out of me in shock as the elegant blonde surveyed the scene with amusement.
“I see everyone’s here,” Emmanuelle said. “Let’s get started, shall we?”