NOLAN’S POV

I felt a dull throbbing pain in my head as I slowly gained consciousness. My throat was dry, and the metallic taste of blood sat stubbornly on my tongue.

I turned my head slowly to look around the dimly lit room I was in. My wrists were tied behind my back, the rope biting into my skin.

Dimitri was slumped unconscious beside me, dried blood staining his temple. Our men were tied up across the room, still unconscious.

Where the hell were we?

I sat up slowly, trying to piece together the last thing I remembered. We were closing in on the location of Raul’s sponsor. Months of...