“Wait! Where the hell are you taking me?” Elena’s voice cracked into a jagged scream as the two men hauled her down the hallway. Her heels skidded against the cold floor, leaving white scuff marks. “This isn't a station! Someone help!”
The officers didn’t blink. Their grip only tightened, bruising the soft skin of her arms, until they reached a dimly lit room. They shoved her into a wooden chair, the impact rattling her teeth. Before she could catch her breath, thick rope bit into her wrists, pinning her down.
The cold realization sank into her gut like lead: these weren’t real cops, and Anthony hadn't called the law—he had called his own shadows.
The door creaked. Anthony stepped into the light. Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird in a cage. That smirk—the one she u
