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Chapter 82

Author: Destiny Williams
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"Where is he?" Bernice's voice betrayed a slight quake through her eyes that stared solid as rock. She was in this hideout with two men standing over her, both carrying guns.

"You think you just walk in here and demand your kid like it is nobody's business?" the scar-faced man sneered, hoary as weathered leather.

She straightened, fists bunched against her hips, her heart racing. "I'm alone. No police, just me. I came to take Luca and leave. This doesn't have to go sour."

The other kidnapper stepped closer; he was bigger and more threatening than the first one, his gun showing at his hip. "We know you're alone, lady. But it's not up to you how this goes down."

A lump swelled in her throat, but she refused to back down. Their stare weighed on hers, cold and unfeeling, but everything else fled from her mind now that there was Luca. Each second dragged like a lifetime.

"Where is my son?" she tried again to ask, this time her voice carrying well. “I need to see him.”

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