Brenda’s POV
I entered the deserted warehouse and felt the chill of the night sting my flesh. Unsettling shadows were created on the cracked concrete floor by the weak lights that flashed overhead. As I absorbed the scene in front of me, my heart thumped in my chest.
Two of Daniel's men stood on either side of him in the middle. With his hands comfortably put in his pockets, he appeared as arrogant as ever, as though he hadn't ruined lives, including mine.
"You came," he thought, c*****g his head. "I wasn’t sure you had it in you."
I balled my fists up. "I’m not afraid of you, Daniel."
He let out a slow chuckle. "Oh, Brenda. I've always appreciated that about you. So much conflict. Tell me, though, do you truly believe you can prevail?
Footsteps sounded behind me before I could reply
