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Chapter 68

REBEL SIMMONS POV 

I continued to type rapidly as Pavloski let out a deep breath behind me, filling the air with second hand smoke. 

I continued typing the same code in a variety of different ways, hoping that Pavloski wouldn't catch onto the repetition. This was my Hail Mary, my last chance to try and let Dante know where I was. 

This was my only chance of getting out of here alive. 

For the past 14 hours, Pavlovski thought that I was hacking into the Vino security system. But little did he know, that I was actually sending them a message... actually a shit ton of messages. 

I lied when I said that Dante had control over the system. I could access it at anytime. I love that man, but when it came to cyber security he wasn't exactly... proficient. In fact, Dante's version of "fixing" something would be more along the lines of shooting it then simply replacing it. 

Instead, I was pathetically hacking into their software, making sure to leave a very obvious paper trail of IP addresses. This would cause the security software to trigger an alert that would notify all the admins I assigned prior to my kidnapping: which would be Damon and Giana. Last time, they were able to look past my domain, decipher my code, and trace my location. Hopefully they'd be able to do it again. 

Fuck, they better be able to do it again with the trail I'm leaving them. 

I also used this time to ping nearby cell towers, hopefully giving me some indication as to where the hell I am. Based off that information, I quickly realized that I was in New York, the place where the Russian and Italian rivalry began. 

"You're running out of time." Pavlovski said before he inhaled deeply. 

"I've been here for 14 hours. I need to eat at some point." I said as I looked over my shoulder at him. "I'm exhausted." I said seriously. 

"I said you had until the end of the day." Pavlovski said as he tossed his cigarette down onto the floor before stepping on it gently and twisting his foot. Silence stretch between us as images of my bloody and beaten mother crawled into the forefront of my mind. I inhaled deeply, allowing the second hand smoke to burn my lungs as I attempted to keep my composure. 

"You have a better chance of me helping you if she's alive you know." I said in a deadly tone. 

"Excuse me?" Pavlovski said as he raised his eyebrow. 

"My mother. You and I both know that you won't kill her." I stated as I stared at him with an emotionless expression on my face. 

"And whys that?" He said as he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. 

"Because if you kill her, you'd lose your leverage over me." I explained in a dull tone as I tilted my head to the side. His clenched jaw and tense body language indicated that I was right, and I silently let out a breath of relief. 

"I need to eat." I demanded as I began to stand up. 

"No, you need to get this shit done." Pavlovski said as he stood up and looked down at me. 

"Trust me, you won't like me when I'm hungry." I said as I narrowed my eyes and scowled at him. We stared at each other for a moment, as if we were waiting for the other to look away first. 

"Hm. So this is what Rose meant by 'hangry'" Pavlovski mumbled as he raised his eyebrow and gripped my arm roughly. 

He swung the door and pulled me into a narrow hallway. Pavlovski turned left and began to walk quickly, practically dragging me behind him. I looked over my shoulder and at the large black door at the end of the hallway, the door that led to my battered mother. He roughly shoved me forward, forcing me to turn my attention in front of me.