Robert’s POV

I lunged forward, grabbing him by the arm. He cried out, but I didn’t care.

Aliana screamed and started clawing at me, but I shoved her back.

“Both of you. Move.”

She hesitated, her chest rising and falling with panic.

I pressed the gun against the boy’s head.

Her face twisted in horror.

“NO!”

“Then do what I say.”

She had no choice.

Trembling, she nodded and walked ahead of me, her fists clenched at her sides.

The drive to my hideout was silent except for the occasional sniffle from the kid.

Aliana sat stiffly beside me, her eyes locked on the road, her hands clenched in her...