Annabel's POV

I struggled to etch myself deep into the booth when my feet got tangled in a rope.

I groaned and positioned myself to kick it away when a brutal idea came to mind.

I acted upon it, just in time before the booth was opened.

Bewildered, upon seeing a woman gagged and roughly tied with a rope around here wrist, the men held out their guns.

“What the fuck?” I heard Myron snort, “Are you going to shoot my booth?”

“Who is she?!” Their leader asked alarmingly, “Answer me now, or I'll alert the rest of the guards.”

Seeing that he was serious, both Scott and Myron peeked...