“Where are you taking me?” KC demanded, trying but failing to hide the tremor in her voice.
“Oh, you’d find out soon enough,” James replied, giving her a leering smile. “But the ‘where’ is not important. It’s the ‘what’ that matters.” He added mysteriously.
“Steven will not let you get away with this.” She said, anger winning over her fear. “He will find me and he will save me.”
James laughed derisively. “Save you? Did he never tell you about that beggar friend of his?”
Beggar? Kuya Renato?
“Are you going to beat me like what you did to him?” KC asked, balling her fist.
They are on the highway, surrounded by fast-moving vehicles. Will she survive if she jumped out?
“So he did tell you.” He looked amused. “No, why would I beat you? Such a waste of beauty. You have such a rocking b
