Chapter Ninety Three

The guttural voice yelled in English startled her awake and she unfolded herself stretching as she did so but the owner of the voice was impatient and strong hands grabbed her legs and yanked her forward,

‘I said get out of the van, now get moving.’

The owner of the voice was a huge swarthy male dressed in the traditional robes of the Middle East and he made her stumble when he shoved her in the back pushing her toward a large open doorway. This was not what she had expected, it was not a villa or a hotel, it was a carnivorous empty warehouse and she stopped at the entrance. The man behind her had no patience, with an angry growl he shoved her even harder sending her tumbling to the floor right at the feet of the Prince.

‘You will have to forgive my guard, some of your, how shall I put this? I guess I should call them your Mafia friend, little Princess, anyway, they treated him rather badly last time he was their guest.’

She looked back at the guard and squinted in the bright sunlight