Antonella
“Here’s how this is going to go,” the man behind me says. “I’m going to walk to the edge of the shipyard.
I will release the girl when I get to my car, and we will go our separate ways, for now.”
Mia’s eyes make it clear he isn’t going to let that happen. We both know I’ll be dead the moment we reach the edge of the shipyard. And I am not leaving my friend here.
Still, the man behind me lurches us forward, believing he has the upper hand.
We take a few steps, and Mia’s finger twitches on his gun. The guy in the suit doesn’t miss a beat.
“Put it down!” he bellows again, digging the gun into my temple.
A knot forms between my brow, and it takes several seconds to wrangle my scattered thoughts back into one direction.
“Mia, you can’t,” I protested. “You can’t risk your life
