***** Symphony's P.O.V. *****
"You don't have hope those biker boys are coming to save you, do you? " Brad said, fidgeting back and forth.
" We can get you some help, Brad," I told him. I hated what Brad had done to me, but I still cared for him. If he was using during our marriage, he was pretty good at hiding it.
Brad was very sweaty and appeared to have issues concentrating. He was pacing back and forth, mumbling that they needed to hurry up so that he could get out of here.
We were back in my apartment, waiting for Brazen. I had faith he would come for me. Even though we had only known each other for a short time, I felt a connection with him. I wasn't going to tell Brad that, though. I didn't want to anger him any further.
" Brad, I just met them. They are not going to s
