DAMIAN

CHAPTER 41: DAMIAN

I couldn't see anything with the bag on my head, but I felt myself being carried and tossed into the back of a van with my hands and legs tied behind my back.

The men who kidnapped me were arguing uncontrollably about who gets the last drop of the alcohol they were drinking. My stomach churned as they cackled and continued to rant, their words slurring as they drove the van recklessly.

To pass time, I tried to count the times when they had mentioned a familiar name, "Damian". I didn't know who that was, but from what they were saying, he was responsible for the coup to overthrow Dashiell.

"Five…" I muttered under my breath as they continued to talk. "Six…"

Just then, the van came to a halt. I heard the doors open and slam shut, and for a moment, there was silence…until they opened the back door and carried me out.

They walked for a few minutes, this time with their mouths shut. The man who was carrying me kicked a door open and dropped me on the cold, metal floor,