Allison’s POV

I threw my eyes fast to the guards behind the chair. Luca and I are down to our pants, so it couldn't have been us. It was undoubtedly from the guards. One of them now has my phone. The bastards had found it.

I searched them with my eyes, tracing the outlines of phones in the pockets of their cargo pants. Every pocket in their cargo pants had a phone. That much I could tell. Which means I had no idea which of them had my phone, and none of them looked to be picking up the ...