Molly
The line goes dead.
For a moment I just stand there staring at my phone like it might ring again.
“That bastard?” Charles growls.
My throat feels tight as I lower the phone slowly. “He has Amber.”
Eric freezes a few feet away from us.
I swallow. “He said if we want her alive… I have to bring the land documents.”
Charles’ brows knit together. “Documents uh?”
“The property documents,” I say, my voice shaking slightly. “The ones he wanted before.”
Eric’s expression darkens immediately. “Where?”
“A warehouse near the docks,” I answer. “He said I have one hour.”
Eric explodes.
“That f*****g bastard!” he snarls, pacing back and forth angrily. His hands drag through his hair as he curses under his breath. “If he touches her I swear to the Goddess I’ll rip him apart.”
My chest
