If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the results of a hundred battles. -Sun Tzu
Struggling in his arms, I manage to pull free. Grabbing a handful of hair, I yank his head back. Cursing under his breath, he forces my hands back over my head. Holding them firmly in place with one hand, he rips at my bodice, pulling the snaps open.
I squirm under his touch and shout, "What the hell are you doing?"
Stephen pulls the gun from the waistband holster of his pants and places the barrel against the side of my face. "Be still." Next, he points the gun at my mother's head and motions for her to back up. "Sit down on the f*****g bed, Jennifer Ann."
She takes a step forward.
"I will shoot you because we don't need you anymore. Now that we have your daughter, that is. Do you un
