The air was thick with tension, my pulse pounding in my ears as I stared at Jenny, who stood before us with that smug, self-satisfied grin plastered across her face.
Her two crew members, Jamie and Jesse, hovered behind her like obedient shadows, while the two cheerleading guys leaned casually against an old, rusted stack of barrels, their expressions unreadable.
I exchanged a wary glance with Elvis, whose jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the muscles twitch beneath his skin.
His hands were fisted at his sides, the ropes that had bound us earlier now lying in a heap on the floor after we’d managed to wriggle free.
“What the hell is going on, Jenny?” Elvis growled, his voice low and threatening. “You better start talking, or so help me—”
Jenny raised a manicured hand, cutting h
