Chapter 65 Three Men

Aryana Monteverde Santini POV

My lip’s part, waves of fear washing over me. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It didn’t matter, though. A guy came up behind me, his fingers covering my mouth. His accomplice was quick to grab me by the wrists. Yanking them back, he tied my hands over my lower back. In seconds, they were dragging me toward the street.

I thrashed around, trying to get away, but it was useless. In that tight hold, my screams drowned out by that thug’s hand.

“Don’t fight it, babe,” a low, raspy voice said. “We’re not going to hurt you.”

Yeah, right.

In the dark, I didn’t see the curb, so I stumbled at the sudden step down. Strong hands grabbed me just before I slammed into a black sedan. The trunk popped open, and I dug my heels in, trying to keep them from dragging me toward it.

But the two men easily lifted me off the ground. They put me in the trunk on top of an old musty blanket. Beyond that, there was the faint smell of gasoline.

I wiggled around, my