Take me? Where? Why? The answers would undoubtedly mean bad things for me. Would Filip or my family be able to find me? Did Filip have any idea his friend was psychotic? There was no way I could overpower him, but would I ever be found if I left willingly? Would my family even figure out who was behind my a*******n? I had to get them a message. Leave a clue or find a way to tell them who had taken me. I couldn’t grab my phone from my purse without him seeing and had nowhere to hide it beneath my clothes. How else could I get the message across? The image of Dante’s business card appeared in my mind. After that first night at the club, I’d deposited it in the small zipper pocket on the outside of my purse when I transferred my wallet from the clutch I’d been using. I slowly lowered my hand
