68. Uncle

"What are you talking about?" I demanded still trying to remain calm. In truth I wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there.

The woman let out a derisive chuckle. "Your husband isn't exactly who you think he is, my dear."

Confusion swirled within me as her words sunk in "Just tell me why you brought me here. What do you want?"

Panic slowly set in, and an overwhelming urge to flee took over. Were they going to kill me? Who on earth were they? "Let me out of this car," I said, hating how my voice trembled. "My husband is probably looking for me right now"

Another chilling laugh. "You talk to much, maybe I should get on with it and kill you now".

My heart sunk and cold sweat broke out on my face. "W-What?" I whisper. The car was silent, I was surprised the beating of my heart didn't cut through the silence.

"But that would be a waste, you see Emily Rivera, you are going to help me and im going to help you, do you understand?"She says, she looks at me through the mirror.

"Un