132.

Vera's POV.

I gasp at the splash of cold water on my face, waking up from sleep. My eyes bulge as I take in my surroundings.

The room is bright, unlike before when it was all dark. But this isn't just a room, it looks like an office. But a huge one.

There's a billiards table in the center with an overhead light.

But that's not what makes my heart slump.

It's the number of scary-looking men in the room, surrounding me like predators.

My eyes scan them all. Tattoos both on their faces and body, piercing around their eyebrows, ears, and the corner of their lips. Some have...