*Claire*

We left downtown and drove away from the city. They pulled up to the small, private airport just outside the city. *Shit*. *They’re never going to find me*. As soon as I saw the jet on the runway, I started to panic. I couldn’t let them get me on that plane.

The SUV pulled up beside the plane. Both men jumped out. They tried to pull me out of the backseat, but I kicked one of them in the face. I heard him curse me in Italian, confirming my fears that they ...