-NIA'S POV
My head whizzed back and forth when the spiky brown-haired guy smacked both of my cheeks, making me disoriented for three seconds. A metallic taste filled my mouth from cuts made by my teeth and I swallowed my own blood. A soft whine escaped my throat.
When I regained focus, I spotted Ian and the short man talking. Their lips moved with little audio. What were they talking about?
It was all too familiar when the short man dug into his pocket and gave Ian a wad of cash. My jaws slackened in surprise. Ian took the money and the man laughed, giving him a hard slap on the back and coming back to me.
Ian’s cruel and calculating eyes glanced at me for a brief guilty moment. While Tienna turned a blind eye and kept her sights on her blue bobber bike with her back to me. My mind ree
