My phone kept buzzing, my anxiety simmering as I hurried to the car. My goal was simple— to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible before McGreg changed his mind.
He was too mischievous for my liking. And about marrying his daughter, he'd have to drag my intestines out before I give away a stake of my business to him.
Fucking prick!
I plugged in my key and twisted the ignition. The engine coughed once, twice— then silence. I let out a frustrated breath, my other hand slamming against the steering wheel.
“Come on,” I muttered, turning the key again. The damn old hag of a car had been acting up for days and I have tried my best to ignore it till I settled the matters at hand. Now was the worst possible time for it to break down…
A cold metal barrel pressed against the back of
