"What do we do with Bri?" Brian asked.
"I don't know," I said, watching Bri who was tied up to the chair, her head falling backwards. Anyone would've assumed she was dead if she wasn't letting out generator-like snores.
"Tap her to try and wake her up." Brian said to one of the hefty men who I now identified as guards from his pack.
He nodded, then walked over and tapped Bri's shoulder. When she didn't respond, he tapped her again. This time, her face scrunched up and she squirmed in her seat, shifting and groaning till she opened her eyes.
"Uh... Anna, leave me alone!" She said, fluttering her lashes sleepily, then they widened as she took in the view where she was. "Where am I?"
"A basement at one of my stores." Brian said.
"Help!" She began to scream again.
"There's no use. No on
