Martha, Aurora and Greta all sat in the warehouse with their heads in their hands at what had they done. They blamed their selves for Rachel’s disappearance.
“She was right, I always get her in trouble.” Martha sniffed through her tears.
“No… it wasn’t only your fault. We all were in this and this is none of our fault, we didn’t intend on this happening…” Aurora tried reasoning.
“But we should’ve known better than to come to some abandoned mafia warehouse.” Greta stated.
“I just hope she is safe.” Martha mumbled.
They all turned towards the door as it slid open and Marilyn rushed inside; followed by Marco, Luca, Stephano and their men holding guns.
“Where is she?” Marilyn asked hysterically, looking around the place.
“I am so, so, so sorry….” Martha cried but Marilyn rushed
