Elara's POV
The photo on my phone screen hit me like a punch—Mom tied to a chair, her eyes wide with fear. A duct tape was pressed tightly over her mouth.
The room where she was held in looked like some dingy basement, with the shadows in the blurry picture about perfect with hiding the details.
The text below: "Come alone, or she dies" nearly killed me there and then because there was no sender name, or even a phone number.
It just said unknown.
My hands shook as I showed it to Damien. Lila stood there in the motel room, watching us closely.
"f**k," Damien muttered, grabbing the phone from my hands to look closely like we had both misread the text.
We'll, we hadn't.
His eyes were wide and filled with rage when he looked up at me. "Marcus's crew. It has to be them. s**t!"
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