(Isla’s POV)

“Driver?!” My mouth fell open as I saw him pull over, a group of old men already crammed inside his car.

“Hop in, sweetheart,” the same driver from earlier said, his tone low and sinister.

My heart raced. Wait… why? Why are you doing this? This wasn’t the deal. Why are there so many of you?

“Would you hop in, or should I post this video on IG?” he threatened, waving his phone slightly.

I clenched my jaw and rolled my eyes. “Fine,” I muttered, though my ...