Phoebe
I am walking up to my apartment building when a black van pulls up and two men jump out. Before I can react, they grab me, their grip like iron. I try to kick and punch them, but they’re much stronger. They throw me into the back of the van, and one points a gun at me.
“Don’t make our job any harder. We’re taking you to your father. He wants to have a nice little chat with you,” he says.
Now I’m pissed. “You can lower your f*****g gun. It’s not like I can jump out of a moving van, dumbass.”
The guy doesn’t lower his gun. “Nope, I got orders, and your father is beyond pissed.”
I laugh bitterly. “He’s not my father. He’s just a sperm donor.”
Lazarus
I’m eating a late lunch when Matteo calls, sounding panicked. “Boss, Phoebe just got taken by a black van. They pulled into the Ha
