Chapter 53

• With a resolute step away, Valerie walked briskly toward the plane, sealing Anastasia's fate. The man, Lewis, hoisted her off the ground. Despite her frantic struggles, it was futile as she was thrown into the backseat of the car.
• Anastasia kicked the door, howling in outrage, snarling. Suddenly, her hair was yanked tight in a fist. The scent of Marietta's perfume filled her nostrils before Marietta dragged her back across the seat, bringing her face closely aligned with hers.
• The warmth had vanished, replaced by fury. The slight curl of Marietta's upper lip offered only a moment's warning before her fist struck Anastasia's nose. "Stupid cunt."