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“A hundred roses, yes. Each of carrying one of the apology notes I sent over in the email, and I need them delivered before nightfall,” I rambled off instructions to a vendor I’d been speaking with all day instead of actually working in my office at the cafe.

My foremost thought was finding a way to apologize to Scarlett and nothing else. I couldn’t function while trying to do anything but that.

“Alright, sir. We’ll process your order and have it sent out as directed,” the florist said in a professional tone, “You’ll need to make your payment as soo—”

My phone was suddenly slapped out of my hands and bag was dropped over my head, blinding me to my assailants as strong arms grabbed my legs and hands and lifted me off the floor and towards what seemed to be a car’s running engine.

“What the hell is this bullshit!? Let me fucking go!” I fought my hardest to break free from their hold but it was gonna avail.

Soon, I felt my back hit a hard metal floor which I assumed was the fl