Eden’s POV

Erik Donahue yanks me out of my corner by my bruising, fractured ankle. I release a scream so loud that he snarls for me to stop, and even then, I don’t abide until he drops my wounded leg in mercy.

My thigh is burned from rubbing against the carpet so hard and my labored breath is causing a throbbing in my throat. The Donahue head boss looms overhead, twitching with a handgun pressed casually in his palm.

He eyes me carefully, as I keep a ...