(I didn't read the books but I think I know enough. Sorry if there's any error)

Neil's breath hitched as rough hands yanked him into the van, the metallic taste of blood sharp in his mouth.

The stench of sweat and gasoline filled the confined space, mixing with his own fear. He struggled against the restraints binding his wrists, but the zip ties only bit deeper into his skin.

A man loomed over him, his cold eyes sharp with disdain. “You should’ve stayed hidden,” he sneered, backhanding Neil across the face. Pain shot along his jaw, stars dancing in his vision. Another strike followed, this time to his ribs, leaving Neil gasping for air.

Neil tried to shift away, but Lola was suddenly there, crouched unnervingly close. Her red lips curved into a mocking smile as she reached out to trace a finger along the side of his face.

“Oh, Neil,” she murmured, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “You’ve gotten yourself into such a mess. Daddy’s not happy with you.”

Neil jerked his head away, but the movement only made her laugh. She leaned in closer, the scent of her perfume suffocating in the already cramped space. Her voice dropped to a whisper, meant only for him. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? But running from him was never going to work.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” Neil spat, ignoring the copper taste of blood on his tongue. His defiance earned him a sharp slap from the man beside him, followed by Lola’s amused hum.

She grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze to meet hers. “I know enough,” she said softly, a sinister edge to her tone. “And I know he’s going to make you regret ever leaving.”

Neil swallowed hard, his mind racing. He focused on the one lifeline in his mind: Andrew. The promise of a deal made in the quiet of night, Andrew’s steady gaze anchoring him. Survive. Endure.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked through a clenched jaw.