“Please.”
“I can’t hear you,” he snickered.
“Please Angelo, let her go.”
For a moment–just a moment–he acted like he would. He looked like he was contemplating letting her go so that he could have me but he waved his hand and in an instant my chair was out from under me and I was sprawled out on the floor.
I heard Madeline gasp and saw from the corner of my eye that she was trying to get up and come to me but she was being held down in her seat. Before I had time to lash out with my legs at the guard who’d de-seated me I was being forced up onto my knees with a gun pressed to the back of my head.
“No, no!” Madeline’s cries and sobs penetrated deep into my brain, cementing the realisation that we weren’t both going to get out of this.
I had to do something, I had to get us out of he
