Freda’s POV

“Jim….what are you doing_”

“Shut up your trash bitch! Don't you dare mention my name” he yelled at me angrily.

I was gasping for air, my heart pounding in my chest as Jim pressed the gun against my head. Fear gripped me tightly, knowing that Hardin, my usual protector, was nowhere to be found. Jim's menacing presence sent shivers down my spine, I knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm me. He appeared disheveled as if he had just broken free from prison. However, amidst the chaos, there was a flicker of something in his eyes, a distraction that I couldn't quite place.

Despite the imminent danger, a glimmer...