I let out a scream—not from fear, but just because, honestly, why not?

A car horn blared, followed by the screech of tires as a vehicle came to an abrupt stop nearby. The door swung open, and out stepped the guy Brian had sent to follow me. His sharp glare zeroed in on the wannabe kidnapper holding me hostage. "Let her go."

"Why should I? And who the hell are you?" my captor replied, his voice cracking like a nervous teenager’s. I bit my lip, struggling to hold ...