{𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1}
𝒁𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔
Is the girl no one really noticed. She hides her face- with all the horrid bruises present- behind a facade, and makes sure no one suspects a single thing about the hell she's met with at her home with her 'parents...
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The car pulls up at her possible location.
An abandoned warehouse, owned by the Russians. The walls are covered in moss, ivy is hanging down most of the corners, and there's no sign of life present. Which could be a trap. Or maybe Zina isn't here. Maybe she's at the whole other side of the world. Or maybe we're already too late.
I know if I loose her for good this time, I won't put in an effort to survive anymore.
The car door slams shut as I see Lucas exiting, his face hardened in seriousness more than ever. I know him and Zina were really close to eachother, the kind of bond I wish I had with her, if I just hadn't scared her off in the beginning.
We all ready our guns, and hold them in front of us, surveying our surroundings. The only sound we can hear is the sound of an owl rustling in a tree near the building, and the running of water from a pond nearby.
We all slowly enter the building, making sure to scan the area with a flashlight, while we are all aware of our surroundings. As aware as we've ever been.
All of a sudden, our ears pick up a pattering sound in the corner of the house. Eleandro- who's walking up front- has shooten the strangers even before anyone has time to properly react. We all snap our heads toward the shot that just loosened, and see two men, packed in black clothing, laying on the ground, a wide gaping hole with blood flowing out of it drilled in their heads.
Adrian is the first one to react, as he comes closer to inspect these corpses.
He looks for a ID in the pockets of their jackets, but when he can't find one, we all look at the packages that dropped on the ground.
Two see through packets, filled with white powder. Heroine.
I see Adrian holding his head in his hands in frustration.
"Just fucking junks." He groans in his arms.
We all know what this means. This isn't the location where we'll find Zina. We're probably not even close to her.
However we still do an overall check of the building to be 100 percent sure, the only thing we find is some more packets of drugs, and a cannabis plant.
I could cry like a fucking pussy right now. Zina isn't here. She isn't fucking here, and is now already gone for 3 days. 3 fucking days.
Only 3 percent of people are found after a week, and Zina's getting way too close to that in my opinion.
We all walk back to the car, defeated and desperate. We all hoped Zina would be here, safe, healthy and alive. The fact she isn't here, not even a trace of her, makes all of us worry.
If the Russians want money or anything else as in payment for her, we would've gotten a sign or message long ago. We didn't, and we all know deep down we won't receive one.
