Calla's POV:

You took my gun." I stated sharply as I glared at the men that surrounded me in the car.

"Yes, mademoiselle, we took your gun. You were firing on my men."

I rolled my eyes, "I was expressing myself with the use of an inanimate object."

God, I have the worst fucking luck. I need me some lucky charms, this is my third time being fucking taken against my will.

"Why did you even 'invite me into you're creepy lil car' ...