James pov
The guns stay pointed at my head as Lucy gets out the car, and it takes everything in me not to run after her.
Everything.
I sit in my car with my fist clenched as the woman I love is being dragged to her stalker/ex-boyfriend's car, to be kidnapped.
Just because guns are pointed at me.
What is my life without her?
What does it matter if they kill me here and now? It'll only lessen the years I have to wait until my death, after wasting away without her.
I can't just sit here, my whole life is being stolen from me, and all I can is sit here and bite my tongue.
Fuck that.
I move to open my door, to chase after Lucy into the car she just disappeared into.
What is he doing to her in there?
And why am I not there already, ripping him away from her?
I have to go.
I-
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