Two days. It has been two days since you were kidnapped by O’Driscoll’s. Two days was far too long for Sadie to wait. Although Dutch begged her to stay at camp, she protested she didn’t wanted to lose another one that she loves to the same murderer that killed her husband.

Now, here she was, at the gang’s hideout. She seemed almost feral as she shot the foul men who took you. Her face was contorted into one of pure hate and rage if you died too she wouldn’t forgive herself again.

You were tied up on a chair, your throat sore from dehydration and from the gag in your mouth. You could hear the gunshots, praying for someone to save you, and hoping it was Sadie herself.