Tabitha’s POV
Time blurs. I don’t know how long we’ve been driving, but every bump in the road feels like it rattles through my bones. My hands are tied behind my back, the rough rope cutting into my wrists, and the taste of fear is thick in my throat. I can barely breathe, my heart racing so fast it feels like it might burst out of my chest.
I glance around the dark, cramped interior of the van, trying to catch my breath, trying to focus. Tony is sitting in the front, speaking in low tones to one of the other men, but I can’t hear what they’re saying. All I know is that I’ve been taken—and they’re working with the Castellanos.
It all makes sense now. The tension I felt in the house, the way Fabrizio’s men were acting… they weren’t just protecting me. They were planning this.
I press
