I'm still shaken up as I park my car. It's different to say I’m pregnant out loud. It makes me feel more vulnerable than I ever have before. It almost hurts, admitting the insecurity that I may be on my own and Tommy may truly want nothing to do with either myself or our baby. I take a look at my apartment building and I have to squint. Something's different. My heart pounds in my chest. The light, it's too dark. My breathing halts as I realize the street light is broken. Something's wrong. No, I'm just freaking out. It's okay. It's just a light. I tell myself that over and over as my eyes dart from my left to my right.

Something deep in my chest is telling me something is wrong. Something is not right.

I'm not safe. I hear my sister's voice screaming at me to run. “Run!”

Warning bells ring in my ears and I quickly turn the key in the ignition. But it's too late.

The window smashes and something hard crashes into my skull, splitting the skin on my forehead. I scream out and try to put the car into drive, but large hands reach in and grab my body. Blood drips down my face as strong hands wrap around my neck. I try to scream; I try to fight. The seat belt digs into my skin and holds me down as I hear the doors being unlocked. I open my eyes and see a large man wearing all black open the passenger side door and reach across the console. He's older, and his skin is tanned and wrinkled. His lips are thin and his eyes are deep set and dark. I try to move and get away, but I'm pinned in place by the man I can't see reaching in through the window.

The man to my right turns off the car and removes the keys. I feel hopeless and weak. I should've known better. How could I let this happen? Anxiety courses through me.

“You will not scream.” The man in the passenger seat speaks in a deep, low voice. A voice I don't recognize. Maybe Vincent didn't trust me after all. Maybe they've come to kill me because of Tommy. My heart twists with agonizing pain. Maybe they killed Tommy. It's also possible that Tommy knows. My throat dries up as the man slaps his hand across my face. The slap burns my skin, and it's so forceful that it splits my lip.

“You will answer me!” I hear a faint accent as he yells at me. Russian. My eyes pop open and I stare back at the man.

His lip curls into a sick smirk. “Do you recognize me, Officer Kelly? You should. We know who you are.” I do. I've seen his face before. He's a member of the Russian Bratva not far from here. One of the last times Petrov was seen was on their territory.

Revenge. They're here for revenge. But we didn't kill Petrov.

My eyes widen with fear. Maybe he's still alive.

A sick part of me wishes it were true. I find strength in thinking I'll see him. I want to see his face. My fear and anguish dissolve into nothing but sheer determination.

The hand over my mouth slowly moves away. I wish I could wipe the spit off of my mouth, but I can't. The arm pinning me down doesn't move.

“You're going to listen to me, and answer me when I tell you to.” I stare back at the man who thinks he's calling the shots.

“Yes,” I say obediently. I'm just waiting for my chance.

“You're going to call Tommy,” the man says, staring me in the eyes. “We need one Valetti. And he'll come to you any time you call him. He doesn't tell anyone, just sneaks off to find his bitch in heat.”

“Why?” I ask him in a calm voice. So calm it nearly terrifies me. I don't recognize my own voice.

“Why do you think, sweetheart?” He gives me a twisted smile. “We need to set an example.” He looks at the man holding me and I'm released. I hear more glass fall as the man to my left leaves my side and opens my door. “Be a good girl, and call him.”

I look down at my purse and consider doing just that. But I don't want to lead him to his death. “Don't you want to live?” he asks. If I didn't know I was pregnant, I would never do it. But I have to do what I can to save my baby.

They'll never let you live, a sad voice whispers in my ear. My eyes dart to his. They're dark and full of excitement. I know they're going to kill me. There's nothing I can do to stop them. I turn my head, and see there are two more men standing outside the car. Four men total.

I think back to the alley. There were only three, and I had my gun in my hand aimed at one. I had an advantage there, that I don't, here. My heart stutters in my chest. I'm not going to be okay. I can't do this. And I need to. I can't fail.

I look back at the man as I take out my phone. I have to call Tommy. He's my only hope.