Chapter 3
Maya screamed in pain.
She was moving. How was that possible?
She tried to open her eyes, but she didn’t have the strength.
Someone was lifting her. Fuck.
She squeezed her hand around the gun she held against her chest. Only it wasn’t there. It was gone.
She fought to free herself, crying out again, mostly from the pain.
A hand came over her mouth. “Shh. You’re okay. You’re safe,” a deep male voice told her.
Was he crazy? She didn’t know him. She was anything but safe. She couldn’t let him take her. This couldn’t be happening.
She tried to bite his palm and failed.
When he jostled her closer to his chest, a fierce, sharp pain shot up her leg, and then everything went black…