Roland's fingers twitched at his sides as he stared at the man with the gun placed on Taylor's head.
“Are you going to beg?” The man said. “Are you going to beg or do I pull the trigger?”
“Do it,” Roland answered. He clenched his jaw tight. “Pull the trigger, why should I care about some cop?”
The man gripped the gun tighter, eyes narrowing.
“I don't care about the cop,” Roland said. He met Taylor's eyes, glistening with fear and shock. He clenched his jaw tight, heartbeat rising.
He feared the man would shoot, but if he showed even a glimpse of fear, they would kill Taylor for sure.
Roland’s locked gaze back on the man who had Taylor by the neck. “If you've paid any attention to the news, you'd understand how the cops were trying to frame me for a crime I didn't commit. I don’t car
