Negotiation

Author's POV

The textile factory was as silent as a grave when Leila got there, she panicked. Her wolf stood on guard just in case they get subjected to an unexpected attack. Taking a deep breath, she held tightly onto her phone, her heels clanking against the rough concrete surface of the entire space.

Tapping on the number that had called her, she held her phone to her ear. “I am here.” She said when he did pick.

“Move further towards the back, you will find me there.” He said

Swallowing her spit, Leila took determined strides towards the location. And almost immediately, she had a black cloth draped over her head and her hands tied. She struggled as she got pulled forward, letting out a painful yell when she got pushed roughly into a wooden chair.

“Let me go!” She yelled

“Keep your bloody mouth shut!” A harsh masculine tone rebuked her.

Leila kept mute, trying to think of a way to get out of her situation. She should have known earlier that it would be a trap. To cap it all, th