Handcuffs on his wrists. Fastened to something metal above his head. He’d looked up .. but things had disappeared into the blinding light overhead.
He’d pulled, he’d shaken. Always worth the try. But even using all his weight, nothing was going to give. Nick stood there .. in an arc of blinding light over his head. Stood there, in just his pants. Waiting. Hands trapped inescapable above his head.
At some time something was going to give. Something was going to happen. Snatched off the street. Most expert way. Known nothing about it. Just a stab on his neck. Then briefly a blinding pain.
Stood here .. waiting. Watched? A camera somewhere beyond the lights? His mouth felt parched. When he swallowed, that pain was still there. As bad as the moment they’d snatched him.
They were good. Fucking good. Nick Carter did not go down that easily. Not to any man.