She must have fallen asleep, because the moment the door slammed against the wall, Chloe jerked upright from her slumped position into a sitting one.
The man standing in front of her looked exactly like the ones her husband had employed — bulky, muscular, and completely emotionless.
Just the description of someone who could kill you without a second thought and leave not the slightest trace of evidence behind.
“Come,” he grunted. “Or do I need to carry you over my shoulder?”
Within seconds, she was on her feet and ready to walk out of the room.
The man stepped back, giving her space to move toward the door.
“Don’t try to run. The people here would not think twice before shooting you down.”
That warning was more than enough motivation to cancel any thoughts of escape.
The man casual
