I closed my eyes as the deathly figure raised the gun at me.

I guess this is what you get when you get involved with criminals.

I'd seen too much, a terrible truth about the man I thought I loved, and now I was going to pay for it...

...with my life.

If only I'd stayed at the club, I thought miserably. Sure, I would have been a hostage to a terrible man, but at least I'd be alive.

For some reason, at that moment, I felt as though I'd failed my parents. I'd found the evidence needed to ...