MAYA

ONE WEEK LATER

Hot crimson liquid trickled down my belly as my eyes brimmed with tears; I couldn't get my mouth to move, to beg.

“Seems like you are of no worth to him. We should have gone for the other lady,” one of the men in a dark black suit states.

“This is a waste of time; the boss wanted him,” another said, tucking his gun back in his holster as he puffed angrily.

“Let's go,” the one who seems to be the leader commands, causing everyone to follow the order.

I am left standing by an alley, hands pressed to my belly trying by all means to...