His Toy

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered to myself, hugging my arms around my body and rocking back and forth in the car. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Ben slammed his foot on the car brakes, sending me flying forward, my seat belt digging into my throat. “Do you want to get out or not?”

My lips parted, fear running through every one of my veins. “We’re too far deep, Ben. We could run for years, and he’d still find us.” I glanced in the rearview mirror. “There’s no running away from this.”

“I’ll take care of us,” he said foolishly.

Didn’t he know who our boss was? Didn’t he know that Cristian Ricci didn’t take any shit from anyone? How many times had that asshole tortured him? How many times had he continued to follow in his footsteps, and now, he wanted out?

“And how are you going to do that, Ben? Working odd jobs for the rest of our lives?”

When he pulled up to a stoplight, he reached in the backseat and grabbed one of the few duffel bags that I thought