Andre’s POV

A hand grabs me just before I can get to the entrance of the club, clamping my mouth with the other hand to stop me from screaming.

Fear jumps into my heart at that instant as the wall behind me continues to drag me away slowly while my eyes linger on the entrance, hoping someone will notice and raise an alarm.

Is it Xavier?

Shit!

I told Mom not to come but she insisted. Xavier must have traced her here. If only she had listened to me, maybe I wouldn’t be in this ...