Chapter 205: Priscilla, Arturo

Tuesday. Richard Carlson's Home, Chicago, Illinois.

PRISCILLA'S FEARS HAD ALWAYS been wrapped around the horrors that happened to her as a child. The trauma she'd endured was psychological. She'd always maintained that nothing could come close to that, until now.

Real fear was watching the man she loved beaten until every new blow sprayed the floor, the furniture and her with his blood.

Tears stung her eyes, and she jerked against the bonds securing her to the fireplace. All that anger, the need to go to his protection, and all she could do was cry?

This was bullshit.

"Enough," the man named Arturo snapped. "We have to amend our plans."

Damian stepped up to Arturo's side. "Secure him, spray the blood with the ammonia then get ready to go."

Priscilla pulled on her bonds. There was no give, and they were so tight her hands were beginning to lose feeling.

Two men dragged Brenden toward her then bound his hands and ankles. One eye was swollen and that same gash on the si