There’s no second chance.
Only pain.
Only blood.
Only justice.
For you, my love.All for you.
Chapter21
Sabrina
Being blindfolded, kidnapped, and tossed into the back of a car was so not on my agenda today.
Bile claws up my throat as the vehicle lurches forward, tires screeching as the driver takes a sharp turn too fast.
I scream—can’t stop myself—and my body pitches sideways, shoulder slamming into the door.
Pain flares.
Fear follows.
“Quiet down and stay low!”a voice barks from the front seat.
And that’s when my blood goes cold.
Because I know that voice.
Shit.
No, no, no.
Adrenaline snaps through me, burning away the fog.I wrench my wrists, shocked at how sloppy the knots are, and the cheap rope gives way faster than it should.
Rage fuels me as I rip the hood off my head, gulping in air that smells like gasoline and panic and bad decisions.
And there he is.
“Marco!”I scream.“What the actual hell are you doing?”
I smack him upside the back of the head before I can stop myself.
Then I do it again for good measure, yanking at the rope around my ankles.
“Ow!Jesus, Brina—stop hitting me!”
“Oh, screw you!”I shout.“Pull over.Now.”
“I can’t,” he snaps, swerving again.“I don’t have time to explain?—”
“Well, you’d better make time,” I fire back, hands shaking as I free my feet.“Because my bodyguard?—”
“The guy you’ve been screwing, you mean?”
That lands like a slap.
My throat goes dry—not because he guessed right, but because of the look on his face.
