Amaya's POV
I stared at my phone, waiting for the next message.
"I want you and fifty thousand dollars," was the next message that came through and then a picture followed. It was Mila tied to a chair crying. She looked unharmed but scared. He should have never taken her; this didn't involve her and she doesn't deserve this.
"It's the middle of the night and the banks are closed. I can't get that kind of money until morning." I texted him.
"You have until eight thirty in the morning to get the money and meet me at 505 West Elm St. We will pick you up and if you involve your little fiancé, she is dead, remember that." was the last message I got.
I never could go to sleep, not that I even tried. My mind went back and forth. I really did think about calling Dominic but he wouldn'
