He’s a sick man; maybe he likes that game. Although, if he wanted to get you naked, why go to all this trouble? All he’d have to do is ask…
I start to say, “I think we should—”
Then the gunshots come.
The first shot cracks through the air like thunder breaking directly overhead. A car window to our left explodes. Glass erupts across the concrete.
I don’t have time to scream before he’s moving. Stefan tackles me behind a concrete pillar and blankets his body over mine. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs and my head swims, my bones ache, my cheek hurts where it’s pressed against the rough floor.
“Stay down!” he orders.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, which I definitely do not. My legs aren’t working. My mind is offline and I’d do anything he asked.
I can only watch as he
