Amy and Lucas were marched across the parking lot toward a black SUV with heavily tinted windows. Two more men in suits opened the rear doors.

“Ladies first,” Scar-face sneered, shoving Amy forward.

“Touch her again and I’ll kill you,” Lucas growled, the threat so cold and certain that even the thug hesitated.

“Big words for a man in zip ties,” Baldy laughed.

They were forced into the backseat, the leather cool and buttery soft against Amy’s bare legs. The door slammed ...