Bullets take down all Jorge’s men in the room.I see Leila run in the room with a small sharp knife and goes behind Aiden,cutting the rope off.
Jorge runs away.
Aiden is on his feet the instant the rope falls away—limbs free but still shaky from the hit to the head. He doesn't stop to take stock of his surroundings for a second—his gaze scans the warehouse frantically.
He scrambles toward me—“Tiana... sweetheart? You okay? Answer me…”
Leila runs to untie me,my legs nearly give out the second the ropes fall away,my arms wrapping tight around Leila in sheer relief.I don't waste a second—already scanning the warehouse for Aiden through blurry, tear-filled eyes.
My voice cracking as I clutch at Leila like a lifeline.
“Where is he? Where's Aiden?!“
The words come out desperate—half sob,
