LONDON

 

 

 

“I want to meet Giosue.”

The hotel room fell silent. Pairs of eyes pinned at me, questioning my sanity. Yeah, maybe I went too far, but I needed to see the man behind my kidnapping. 

I watched Striker swallow hard as he came to me. Before he could convince me, I said, “Either you’re with me, or I’m doing it alone.”

Dad and Moses exchanged a look. Linden opened his mouth to say something but shut it close as soon as he saw the look on my face.

“Vanderford, that’s not a good idea,” Finally, Striker said something as he held my arms, rubbing them as if convincing me...