Chapter 203: Priscilla, Brenden

Monday. Unknown.

BY THE TIME THE third car she'd been in stopped, Priscilla was practically hogtied. She'd failed in the garage, but had gathered her wits to make a go of running for it when the car stopped a second time. Her kidnappers were ready for her though. They'd been on her in a second and gagged her.

What good were all those years of training?

She'd utterly fucked up from the moment she'd thrown up on her attacker. She was better than this.

Anger fueled her as she was dragged between two men through an attached garage and kitchen into the main room of a house she'd never seen before.

Her spit-soaked gag made breathing hard. More of her ached.

God, what if they killed her? What if it really happened?

Brenden would never know how she felt. She'd never get the chance to tell him he was missing out or change his mind. She knew he cared about her. They had something special, and it would die with her.

When was the last time she'd spoken to her parents? Her sister