Chapter 146

• Vincent wanted to get the hell out of this place—whatever this place was. Just didn’t know how. He couldn’t even tell what part of the city they brought him in. When those men drove him to this place, they had him blindfolded all the fucking time.
• And now, this room where they dumped him first and locked him inside had no windows that would open. They all were either nailed or sheathed with metal sheets. There was a bed with a pair of round cushions and a massive screen on the wall right across.
• For a second, he thought maybe there was someone on the other side, monitoring his every move. It made him a little conscious. But then he discarded the thought and decided to give not a single fuck. Compared to all the creepiest things Michael had done, this was literally nothing.