Allison's POV
I gulp, willing my heart to stop beating so fast. I can't believe that I'm being attacked inside a noodle shop, of all places.
Who even is this person, and what the hell does he want? The hand clamped heavily over my face is making it difficult for me to breathe. I go very still, hoping that will make him let down his guard enough for me to escape. It doesn't. Instead he leans closer, leering at me.
"That's a good girl," he says, leaning even closer.
The stench of garlic hits me like a punch, and I can feel tears pooling in my eyes.
"Now," he continues, "you're going to keep being a good girl. You're going to follow me out of this place, and you'll act natural so everyone thinks we're together. Do you understand?"
Wait a second, am I being abducted? In this fist-size no
