He parked in front of an old auto repair shop not far ahead,clearly expecting me to follow.
Or perhaps,he never intended to leave at all.As our car pulled up,the rusted roller door groaned open,revealing the darkness inside.
The bodyguard slowed and looked at me,waiting for further instructions.
"Go in,"I said.My voice shook,my palms slick with sweat.
It would be dangerous,I knew that,but Emma was in there and I would walk through fire for her.
The car rolled slowly into the repair shop.
Pale lights cut through the dust in the air.Ethan’s SUV sat in the center of the lot.He leaned against the hood with a cigarette dangling from his lips.Natalie clung to his arm,fixing her makeup in a small mirror and rolling her eyes the moment she saw us pull in.
Further back,I spotted the van.
The doors were closed,so I couldn't see inside,but standing nearby were a few suspicious,rough-looking men.
They were clutching sticks and knives.
My chest instantly tightened.Emma was inside that van.I shuddered,imagining how terrified my little girl must be.
I yanked the door open and moved to run,but the bodyguard caught my arm and warned,“Miss,it’s too dangerous.”