Something dangerous.
The car slowed as it entered a large gate, opening into a place that looked nothing like the life I had known. Security. Cameras. Guards.
Protection.
“This is your home now,” he said.
I looked at him.
Really looked this time.
At the man who had walked into that room not as a buyer…
But as someone who had come to take back what was stolen from him.
“You’re not taking me away,” I said slowly.
He shook his head.
“I’m bringing you back.”
And as the gates closed behind us, one truth became clear—
Read more by clicking the (NEXT »») button below!
