Freda's POV

I sat there on the chair with my hands tied to the armrest and gagged. I tilted my head to look at the men dressed in black, holding their guns. I could still not believe the scene that played in front of me. Andre had kidnapped me. But why? I asked myself. My heart skipped a beat as it wandered off to the fact that Hardin had asked Andre to do whatever he wanted with me. Am I that meaningless to him? I asked in my thoughts.

I grunted, trying to free my hand, but the knot was too tight, and I could not move my hand. I...