Colt

“DON’T HURT him!”

Fuck!

The tension on my shoulders worsened the knots.

“There she is,” Otis sang proudly and mockingly.

“If you lay a hand on him, you have to kill us all. And if you’re intelligent enough like you said you were, you wouldn’t dare hurt him because you know I am not alone. You may survive, but some of your men will die with me!” Iris yelled from the inside.

“Then just come out now so that I can pull out the needle stuck in his neck. We need to leave now, Blue,” Otis said calmly.

“Iris, don’t go with him!” I yelled.

Otis gripped my hair...