~TESSA~
The van smelled like sweat, oil, and stale cigarettes.
The air was suffocating, hot, and thick with fear.
Mine.
A strip of duct tape silenced me before I could scream again, my wrists bound tight with rough zip ties that bit into my skin.
I was wedged between the two men like cargo, their heavy shoulders pinning me to the seat.
Every bump in the road jolted me... made the plastic bite deeper.
Oh God!! Why me? Why was this happening to me?
My chest heaved, lungs burning, eyes fixed on the dirty floor where a wrench rolled with each turn.
Ryder. Debbie. Please…
One of the men, the driver, chuckled low. “That biker boyfriend of yours? He looked ready to rip us apart. Too bad he was too slow.”
The other leaned closer, his breath sour in my ear. “Boss is gonna be real happy
