The cleanup was swift, and in less than an hour, Natalia had me sitting in-between two hefty guys, in the backseat of one of her get away cars.
With one wounded arm, and a clear threat on my life, there was no choice but for me to cooperate.
Though, the shuffling around was getting pretty damn frustrating.
"We're here." Natalia announced in front.
"Where exactly is here?"
The one of my left lowered his head, giving me a grand view of a terrace house, swarmed with armed men, and black getaway cars, identical to this one.
Very obvious, this one was.
Right as I got out of the car, a pair of handcuffs were slapped on my wrists, for precautionary reasons. She had her men take me to a small room, where I'd wait for the trade off to happen.
Just as she was about to leave, I raised my cuffed hands, "And what about these? When can you take them off?" Fortunately, they hadn't frisked me yet, and Ferrari's phone was still with me.
