SONIA’S POV
My eyes fly wide open when I feel a leathered surface cover my mouth tightly. My breath picks up and despite the coolness of the air conditioner in my room, I begin to feel beads of sweat form against my forehead.
Is this it?
Is this how I die?
My killer doesn’t make a move, all I can hear is my harsh breathing. Oh my God, I think I need to pee. Staring up at the ceiling, I know it’s past midnight as it’s been hours since I fell asleep after crying and puking my ass out in the bathroom.
Where is Anthony? Why hasn’t this person done away with me yet? Are they waiting for his or her… no, this is definitely a man’s hand – to bring in Anthony so ransom can be paid? Because if that is it then I might as well break the news that they won’t be getting a dime from him. At least n
