Theodore couldn't wait to get out of that diner fast enough. He paid the bill, tipped the waiter double, and then dragged me out of there like his life depended on it.
"I'll get the car," he said hastily, leaving me by the side of the restaurant to fetch his vehicle.
"Miss Delilah Stone?"
"Yes?" I turned instinctively toward the voice that called my name, but before I could see anyone, a black cloth was shoved over my face.
"What the f*ck!" I yelled, thrashing as hands grabbed at me from all sides. One held my arms, another pinned my body, and another tightened the bag over my head. My panic skyrocketed as I was hoisted off the ground and shoved into what felt like a car. The moment I tried to scream, the bag was yanked off.
"What the actual f*ck?" I spat, glaring at the men surroundi
