My head snaps toward the entrance.
A man stands in the doorway. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dressed in black tactical gear. A mask covers his face completely.
And in his hands –
A gun.
The sight of it makes something inside my chest collapse.
My pulse explodes.
Fear floods my body so fast it feels physical.
My throat tightens.
My stomach drops so violently I feel sick.
Every instinct in my body screams at once.
Run.
Hide.
Fight.
But none of my muscles move.
I just sit there frozen on the cold concrete floor.
The guard’s gaze sweeps across the room slowly.
Then his eyes stop.
Right on the three of us.
Right onme.
And in that moment –
The reality of our situation crashes down harder than anything else tonight.
We’re not guests.
Not partygoers.
We’re not even people to them.
We’re inventory.
The one they plan on selling tonight to the highest bidder.
CHAPTER 4
HARLEY
It happens fast.
Too fast.
