BRIELLE’S POV

"Please, Please..." Those were the only words that flew out of Brielle’s lips when she felt hefty hands pulling her out of the car.

The gunshots from earlier continued to fill the air, increasing in volume, and she could hear voices speaking around her.

Whoever was holding her body had one of his arms around her neck, squeezing it tightly to stop her from talking, and she couldn't even turn to look around.

She kept wiggling, beating the heavy arms around her with her ...