Kidnapped for The gangster

- There is a way. - His whole body stiffens and the smile on his lips falters. - But you already know, or deep down you wouldn't be here. Anxiety tightens my throat, robbing me of any excuse I can give. And that's because there simply isn't one. Jamie watches me for a moment longer, analyzing my face as if I'm about to reveal something he wants to confirm, as if he's searching for some truth. - Take me. - I beg. - Take me away and leave my family alone. He reaches out and grasps my cheek, rubbing the rough, calloused tip of his thumb with a sick tenderness. - This is a bad idea. - He warns, studying my face. Then the corner of his mouth curved up. - A good man would refuse that possibility. - There were sparks of anger in his eyes. - But I'm not a good man, and I'm not leaving this town without my reward. My payment.