Caroline's POV.
I woke up in a daze, feeling that my throat was dry and on fire, and I didn't know how I had gotten so drunk that I couldn't go back to Virgil's now.
My throat was burning and in desperate need of a source of life, so I groped my way to the kitchen refrigerator with the memory of the day, but when I pulled it open, there was nothing to drink. Research what is in the end, directly pick up the bottle to drink a big mouthful.
Just put down the glass bottle, I felt something against my head.
"Don't move."
It was Joe's voice.
"Joe, put it down."
It was the man.
"Boss?"
There was a click, the kitchen light came on, and the three men met six times. I looked at Joe and the gun in his hand in confusion, not knowing what was going on.
"I'm going back to sleep."
The man dro
