I’m about to scream when something hard presses against my stomach. Didn’t they check people for weapons before letting them in? No, they didn’t check Luca, either. I glance down and bite back a whimper at the sight of a pistol between us.
“Got it?” he prompts, squeezing the back of my neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll bring you back to your john—eventually,” he adds with a nasty snicker.
What do I do? I could scream. I should, too.
“I’ll shoot you here and now and nobody would hear it,” he promises. “Too much noise. Too much music. I’d be gone before anybody finds you. And believe me. I’d gladly shoot my way out of here if it came to that. Especially if good old Luca gets in my way. That would be a bonus.”
He knows Luca. Luca didn’t seem to know him, though.
“Let’s go.” He jerks me closer, the alcohol on his breath making me gag. I don’t have a choice, do I?
At the last second, while he looks around like he’s making sure we’re not being watched, I reach up and yank pull off one of my earrings. It’s the only message I can send.
I hope Luca finds it and understands.
I drop the earring on the bathroom floor before being pulled from the room and pushed through the kitchen, toward a door leading to the side of the house. All the while, there’s a gun at my back. Once we’re outside, I pull off the other earring and drop it at my feet before being rushed through the darkness to a waiting car parked away from the rest.
I don’t know if this was planned. I don’t know why this man is willing to take a risk like this.
I only know I’ve never been so terrified in my life.
Luca.
Please, find me.
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