Chapter 115 – The Exchange In The Park

Lisa's POV

I repeatedly played with my hair, wrapping and unwrapping it around my finger and running my hand through my hair as we drove into town. My anxiety was on a different level. Kayden had ordered the guards to make sure there was no surprise attack waiting for us. I lean my head against the window; the glass is cold. The darkness outside and the cold inside the car make me feel a sense of loneliness.

There was every possibility of getting myself shot at. The three musketeers, as I've grown accustomed to calling them, seem to think that my uncle wouldn't shoot at me, but rather I would be kidnapped. If shots were fired, we could all end up dead. My uncle would be licking his lips at the chance to take out the top three men in the country at once. I me