Chapter 170: Priscilla

Thursday. DDM Inc. Warehouse, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

PRISCILLA SAT IN THE back of a van, a bag over her head and her wrists bound. She drew in another deep, shuddering breath. Despite her role in this drama and her agreement to help, their captors weren't cutting them any slack.

What had she honestly expected? That they'd snip her bonds and let her sit shotgun?

Another deep breath brought with it a musty odor. Was that bile? How many people had worn this thing?

Don't think about it...

Try as she might, the bag embodied the worst of her nightmares. Being trapped in the dark, helpless, alone, never knowing when the next blow would come.

A pair of warm, heavy hands grasped hers and squeezed. Her heart leapt, and she sucked down air as the warmth seeped into her.

Brenden.

She wasn't alone.

He was there with her. But in a way, that was just as bad.

She didn't want him to see her as weak, that she needed to be taken care of. Not after he'd paid her the biggest complim