Betty's POV

The cold barrel was pressed against my throat. A breath was stuck there. I was too nervous to gulp down the saliva in my dry throat.

"Are you threatening me, Blondie?" A deep voice, tinged with chills, threatened. His grip on my skull tightened. The phone was still ringing until one of the robbers stepped on it, damaging the screen immediately.

My heart squeezed, that was a new model I just got which wasn't popular in the market yet. The metallic taste ...