EMILY
The steering wheel was cold beneath my fingers, but my palms were sweating. My heart raced as I drove through the empty and dark streets of Chicago. The streetlights seemed like they were sending lights of guilts into my heart. I knew where I was headed-D'Luna's hotel but in my heart, I wanted to run.
I glanced at the clock, it was almost 10:pm. The thought of ignoring Donald kept hitting and while it did, another kept emphasizing how dangerous Donald could be if I messed things up.
My phone buzzed almost immediately.
Just one glance and my blood froze.
Donald again!
"Don't even think about escaping. I know what's on your mind. Meet me at D'Luna's. Room 209. Now."
I swallowed hard. How the hell did he know?
A shiver ran down my spine, It seemed like he could read my thoughts
