ELLA
What I had just experienced didn’t come close to anything I could’ve ever imagined even in my worst nightmares. I knew this man was delusional, and trust me, I’ve met all kinds of crazy. But this? This was something else entirely.
First, he dragged me along under the lie that we were going for a ride. Honestly, I couldn’t tell if I was supposed to be grateful I was still breathing, or terrified out of my mind. A part of me thought he brought me there to kill me.
He shot two men right in front of me. Just like that. No hesitation. No remorse. And he did it with a promise: there’d be more bodies if I disobeyed him.
What kind of sick bastard was I dealing with?
At first, it was fear. Paralyzing, gut-wrenching fear. But slowly, it began to morph into something else. Anger. Deep, bit
