Moss’ pov;
I clenched the steering wheel tightly that my hands turned white.
“If you touch her—” I began.
“She is unharmed,” he interrupted and then laughed. “Fed, comfortable. Even safer than she would be with you right now, I believe.”
I shut my eyes tightly, feeling my eyes moisten.
Azalea was the only family I had left and I promised her late mother that I was going to care for her and ensure that nobody ever hurts her. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something were to happen to her.
“What do you want?” I asked slowly, letting out a deep sigh.
Silence.
I was just about to speak when he beat me to it. “You have been a thorn in my fless,” he began. “Digging where you shouldn’t, asking the wrongest questions and aligning yourself with my enemy.”
Cuco.
“You will stop,”
