Anthony's POV:
Being kidnapped is not exactly my idea of a fun time.
Being stabbed in the shoulder and shot on the waist during my grand escape...overall still sucks.
Now trapped in cargo, attempting not to get eaten by the rats...the cherry on top of the ice cream party.
I f*****g miss Angelica.
Releasing a deep breath, I tighten my grip onto my still bleeding waist. The sweats were dripping down my blood-stained suit.
I don’t know how long I’ve been inside the ship. There isn’t a single-window around me. The only food and medication I received were from this random worker.
The door creaks open, and I look up past my long bangs. He looks around quickly before rushing inside. He places the food and water down.
I don’t know his name because he never talks.
But, considering he
