Miller’s POV

I woke up to find myself in the back of the truck and my arms tied together with a rag in my mouth to obviously prevent me talking or making any sound.

I felt sick and woozy, my mind was blank with whatever had happened to me.

I remembered Ed talking to me than nothing. I could hear voices outside and instantly I knew what who it was.

Max and Ed.

I listened carefully to their conversation, trying to work out whatever they were up to. It was like a riddle.

I had no clue.

“He needs to stay the hell out of it.” I heard Max say...