Miller’s POV

I must’ve been out cold for quite a while because when I finally came back round, it was extremely quiet. I could not hear a sound. Not sure where I was. It was dark. And it smelt ridiculously awful.

Max must have really put a number on me and now he’s probably far away somewhere with Isla.

I suppose I should be grateful since he had not killed me. Well, not yet anyway.

He might be somewhere around ready to pounce, attack. Whatever he had planned to finish the job. Either way, I knew that I was not about to get away with this grudge he had against...