Tara looked from Cassandra to Carlos, and then back, not knowing what to expect… and the uncertainty was killing her softly. She was alone, in what looked like a big warehouse, with two psychopaths who intended to kill her and Antonio in cold blood.
She found herself voicing out her thoughts almost as if her lips had a mind of their own accord, “Had I been rejected so flatly by a man, I would have just moved on, you know?”
Her eyes widened when she saw the fury blazing in Cassandra’s eyes.
“You want to be killed sooner perhaps?”
It was then that Tara had to make a choice - either beg for mercy or keep her dignity intact.
She had always been a proud girl, for better and for worse.
Tara kept her eyes trained on her captor’s face, challenging her almost. She didn’t know why she was
