Lynne's POV:
I was still trapped in the room, and the clock on the wall showed it was already 9 p.m. I had been locked in this dreadful place for hours.
Just as I was about to get up to grab a glass of water, the sound of intense gunfire erupted from outside.
Were the police here to rescue me?
Barron had mentioned that this was gang territory. If the police were really engaging in a shootout with the gang, wouldn't that put me in even greater danger? Bullets don't discriminate.
While I was feeling anxious and uneasy, the door suddenly burst open. Barron rushed in, clutching his shoulder, blood all over him.
"What's going on outside? Why is there gunfire?" I asked in panic. "And you're hurt?"
"Don't ask, Lynne. Come with me, quickly!" Barron said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me ou
