*Isadora’s POV*
I looked around the room anxiously, looking for somewhere easily accessible yet hidden to hide the phone the Russian had given me, since there was no way that it could be hidden on my body with how tight my clothes were.
As soon as I spotted the large artificial plant by the door, I rushed towards it. My heart wildly pounded against my rib cage and my hands trembled as I pushed the phone inside the pot that held the plant. To my luck, the phone was black and blended perfectly with the fake dirt.
I quickly straightened up and walked towards the bed as I worked on leveling my breathing again. I chewed on my nail while I started pacing in front of the bed.
What am I going to do?
How am I going to do it?
Will we make it out?
Fūck, I need a weapon.
I looked around
