Miriam’s POV

In all the time that I had been kidnapped, this was the roughest. I was handled really badly by the men who took me to Trevor’s warehouse. I was shouted at and threatened.

“If you don’t stop crying, I will rip out your tongue!” One big, scary looking guy yelled. I swallowed my cry immediately.

“Why don’t we just drug her?” Another one said. He had a disgusting looking scar on his right cheek.

“Because the boss asked us not to, you dimwit!”

“So, we’re just going to allow her keep making noise? She’s going to alarm the entire street!”

“No one can find us here. Even if...