Elias drifted in and out of consciousness, his body limp in the arms of the man who'd saved him from the alley. The world blurred, but he felt safe, cradled against a strong chest. Gunshots still echoed in his ears as the man barked orders.
"Catch those bastards who ran," he growled to his men. "Kill them all."
Elias's eyes fluttered shut, too exhausted to speak. The man carried him to a black SUV, sliding him into the backseat. The driver glanced back, his voice hesitant. "Boss, the Drago estate?"
Luka Drago smirked, brushing a strand of Elias's hair from his face. "Let's head to the hotel first," he said, his tone low. "We'll head there tomorrow."
The driver nodded, pulling away. Elias's head lolled, darkness swallowing him.
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Elias woke with a start, his heart racing. He was in a huge, fancy room... plush carpet, dark curtains, a bed bigger than his entire apartment. The windows were shut, the room dim, but he knew this wasn't the Drago estate.
