Mackenzie’s POV
I groan softly, shaking my head to try and dislodge the painful spot I can feel at the back.
The uncomfortable position I’m in and the rumble underneath me draws me out of my haze as I slowly straighten up to find myself in the back of a van. Looking down I realise that I’m sitting on a mattress with dirty blankets thrown over, wedged into the corner to keep me upright. My hands and feet are tied up and as I yank at them, they tighten, digging into my wrists.
‘Mama?’ my heart stops as I look over to find Maxton crouching next to me, pure fear in his eyes as his bottom lip trembles, my poor baby trying to hard to be brave.
‘Hey baby’ I whisper soothingly, ‘it’s OK, we’re OK.’
‘Hurt’ he states, pointing at my head, ‘lady hurt you.’
I frown, wincing as pain lances throug
