Genevieve's POV
I slowly opened my blurry, heavy eyes, blinking them before everything became clearer. I gently tried sitting up. My head was pounding like someone was hitting it with a hammer constantly, without mercy.
I looked around my surroundings, frowning at the unfamiliar place I was in. It looked like a decrepit, abandoned warehouse of some sort, with some huge old machines and brown, old newspapers strewn all over the concrete floor.
What is this place?
My sixth sense quickly told me I was in danger. Immediately, fear wedged itself in my chest.
Where am I? How did I get here?
Just then, everything flashed before my eyes like a tape recorder: the bad feeling, the black van, the two men, the accident, the gunshots, the dead driver and guards, the alley, the man that grabbed me, Allegra, and Andrea.
Oh God!
Are Allegra and Andrea okay? Were they taken to a hospital in time? I really hope they're alright.