“So how do you think we should do it? Shoot him as soon as he comes through the door, or give you both time to say your final goodbyes,” Zuri said to Racheal, who was sobbing wretchedly.

She was tired, hungry, in a crazy amount of pain from the hit she had gotten on her head, and her hands had been suspended in the air for way over eight hours now,

but most importantly she was scared.

She knew either her or Steffan would get badly hurt.

They would not be able to escape it. ...