"You are disgusting. You have two minutes." Viktor grumbled under his breath, slamming the door as he left.
I got myself dressed in the same black suit he's made me wear every other time we've done this.
The fear I felt the first time he forced me to go has pushed its way to the back of my mind. I don't have time to be afraid when I'm surrounded by weapons and people who know how to use them. I have to be aware and on my toes at all times. One mistake could cost me my life, then I will never find my way back home. 
Noah, my boy, has continuously been my way to cope with everything. No matter what I have to do to escape, I'm going to make sure I do it. I refuse to spend my life held captive by my brother. 
After reluctantly straightening out my hair, I knocked on the bedroom door. 
Moments later Viktor opened it, holding his hand out for me to go ahead of him. 
"Don't want you trying anything you'll regret." He chuckled, making me roll my eyes. 
He's right. If I was behind him, I'd probably take advantage and knock him out cold. Just the thought alone brought a smile to my face. 
I reluctantly made my way to the garage of the house and into the blacked out SUV. As usual, I was sat in the back with two juiced up men on either side of me. Viktor sat in the passenger side as one of his other men sat in the driver's seat. 
There were three vehicles in total. One in front of us, and one behind. Our vehicle didn't hold any of the weapons, but the other two did. 
We drove for a good hour and a half until we pulled into an abandoned looking warehouse in the middle of nowhere. I don't think he could be more cliche if he tried. 
I've been here plenty of times now, but he has a few different warehouses around, depending the area we need to do the sales. 
The three of our vehicles pulled up beside one another, and one by one we all exited the vehicles. 
I exhaled sharply, readying myself the best I could.
A few of Viktor's men opened the trunks of the SUV's, throwing duffel bags over their shoulders. A few others stood guard with their automatic rifles held tightly against them. 
I stood beside Viktor and followed at his side into the warehouse, and inside was an older man, and a younger one at his side. 
I straightened my posture and shoved my hands in my pockets, keeping my expression neutral. 
"Ah, I see you have a brother. I was not aware there would be two of you, Morozov." The older man spoke; a hint of abhorrence in his tone. 
"Yes, well, two is always better than one, my friend." Viktor shrugged nonchalantly. 
"He will be accompanying me with all future sales, so you best get used to his presence." Viktor added.
Then the man started speaking in Russian. I could hardly understand a word they were saying. Something about being blindsided, I think? 
"So tell me, why did I not know about this. . . Relationship, sooner? I don't appreciate being left in the dark. How do I know I can trust him?" His eyes moved from Viktor's then over to mine.