“Crap!”. Harlin curses when one of Diablo’s men walks in.
“Hey! What are you doing?!”. The man yells. When his eyes zero in on Harlin, he growls. “Wait until the boss finds out that his little whóre betrayed him!”. He snarls. Harlin pauses at the word whóre.
“I’m not a whóre”, she whispers.
“Faster Harlin!”, Andrea yells to snap her out of it. “Ignore him, just keep cutting”.
“I don’t think so”. The guard growls and points his AR-15 at Harlin. Unknown to him that Harlin had finished cutting the rope.
“If you pull that trigger, we both know the boss will kill you because he’d want to torture me himself and you can’t shoot Eliza either because Diablo doesn’t want a single scratch on her. I’m pretty sure you’re not that stupid”. Harlin murmurs as she glares at him.
During his momen
