ASHLEY
“Let go of me! Seriously,” I snap, yanking my arm back, but his hold only becomes tighter. He guides me towards his black Wrangler parked a few feet away.
His strength only makes my struggle feel like a pathetic waste of energy.
He ignores my words, still guiding me.
I continue trying to pull away, but it's futile. He reaches the car and finally stops. He turns to look at me.
“Don't make this hard for you,” he murmurs, his voice dangerously low.
He yanks the door of the front passenger seat open, then looks at me again, his gaze unyielding.
“Get in.”
I stand there, chest heaving, glaring at Jeremías with every ounce of defiance left in me.
“Don't make me put you in, Krisoff,” he says, his voice lethal. “You either get in, or you wait for Caleb to come get you.”
The men
