The impact is deafening as the windows explode. Glass shards blast against me from all directions, slicing my skin to shreds. When everything settles, I realize I’m still screaming. I suck in a sharp breath, the sound nearly animalistic as panic takes over. I’m upside down, still strapped into my seat. The seatbelt is digging painfully into my chest, constricting my already tight lungs further. “You hit her too hard,” a voice calls from somewhere outside my car. “Shit, check to make sure she’s not dying, you fucking idiot.” Just as the voice filters through, so does the pain. I squeeze my eyes shut, my body pulsating with sharp agony. I moan as the feeling worsens until I can’t think past my broken body. A head appears in my window. I meet the gaze of a man with darker skin and bottomless black eyes. “She’s alive,” he announces, a relieved smile curling one side of his lips. “Get her out,” an answering voice demands sharply. “What do you want from me?” I groan, swatting weakly at his hands that are messing with the buckle on my seatbelt. He doesn’t answer, so I keep asking. “Shut the fuck up before I knock you out!” he bellows. The click of the seatbelt is my only warning before my body drops down headfirst. I scream, pain lancing down my neck and shoulders. The man grabs my arm and works my body out of the driver’s side window, dragging my body across glass and sharp metal. “Stop it,” I moan, sobbing as he finally gets me out. “Why are you doing this?” Panting, the man leans over me and looks me over. “Once you’re healed up, you’re going to be worth a pretty penny,” he says, a crooked grin on his face. “Just get her in the van, Rio. Max’s already going to be pissed we fucked up his van, so quit fucking around. The police will be here soon.” Another flash of a grin, “Time to go to sleep, princess.” And then darkness.