***London***
The ropes bit into Briella’s wrists with every tiny movement. Her breath came fast against the duct tape, hot and shallow.
Her stomach cramped not just from hunger only but from the weight of the life growing inside her. She shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be this stressed. Every second felt like she was gambling with her baby’s life. Yes, she wasn’t sure if she was going to keep the baby, but that should be hers to decide.
Hours had passed. She knew now that they weren’t keeping her alive out of mercy. They wanted something. Something she had.
She swallowed hard, trying to calm her heartbeat. Can the boss just come already? she muttered under her breath, though it came out muffled and useless against the tape.
The man who’d dragged her here stood at the door with a phon
