Trent's POV
"You come with us," a man orders, pointing at me. As Victor and I exchange glances, a black van pulls up, commanding us to get in. I don’t want to get shot, so I comply, but stubborn Victor resists and ends up with a b****y nose.
I follow him to another door a few meters away. He opens it, and Trish gasps as she rushes toward me. "You’re okay!"
"Yes, but what are you doing here?" I frown.
"kidn*pped again, and I don't know where they took Spencer," she cries.
"He's here too?"
"Maybe. We were by the house when a van pulled up. We tried to run, but they caught us," she sighs.
We sit down and wait.
Ten minutes later
A tall man enters, jet black hair and a file in hand.
"Great, both of you are here," he says, shutting the door, his hazel eyes gleaming.
Trish frowns. "I t
