You were hurt, heartbroken that you let your guard down so easily for a pretty face. You know what they say. Pretty faces are the most deadly. You planned to see your sick mother after escaping the rehab center the government assigned you. Now, you were held to a wall after being caught trying to say a little girl from a van, a gun to your stomach.

You’ve had a pistol pressed to you too many times by Ash to be safe. To your head, your chin, your lips. All with tears down your eyes in fear.

“We’re just holding her for ransom. Lars and I will let her go once we get our money. And you just messed up with my money. That girl has Addison’s disease. She gets too excited, she’ll OD on adrenaline. So that little intervention didn’t do squat. So here’s what going to happen. You’re going to keep your pretty little mouth shut,” his voice gets low and deep as he taps the pistol on your jaw. “and not tell anyone. Okay?”