Zeke's POV

“Drop any fucking weapon you have on you,” They commanded.

I took out the two silencers I had in my back pocket and threw them at them. They picked it up as they approached me and brushed over me in search of any other weapon.

Of course, they carried out a blind search.

That's the moment one of them recognized me. “Mr. Reid?” He asked, looking surprised.

“Seems like I have some fans down here,” I smirked.

“Doesn't matter anywhere, since you may not make it out alive,” another said and they pushed me into the room with a shotgun hidden perfectly in my boots.

I saw Kamille...