DEVLIN

When my eyes finally open, I am being dragged into a warehouse. Several times I have drifted in and out of consciousness, hit with fragments and images of movements. Blurs.

I blacked out from one last kick to the stomach from one of Marshall’s goons.

“Ella…” I groan.

God. I hope she’s safe.

I hope she’s safe. I hope Darren keeps her safe with everything he’s got.

My ribs scream with every merciless step they take. These men clearly enjoy their work. Completely ...