Dyson immediately shot her a warning glance.
Before the men could notice she'd regained consciousness, she quickly shut her eyes again.
Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, though she had no idea what was happening.
But she knew one thing—if those men realized she was awake now, they'd never let her go.
Worse yet, she might drag Dyson down with her.
So she kept her eyes closed, feigning unconsciousness.
"That woman lying on the couch belongs to Lucas—the most powerful man in New York.
Who the hell gave you the guts to kidnap his woman?"
Dyson's voice turned icy, his fingers tightening around the steel wrench in his grip.
Veins bulged along his forearm as fury simmered beneath his skin.
At the mention of Lucas's name, the three men visibly flinched.
One nearly dropped the metal pipe in his hand.
They exchanged uneasy glances, stealing a nervous look at the woman on the bed, minds racing.
