Across town, the missing maid stepped out of the run down motel she had been hiding in for days. She wore black trousers, a hoodie, a cap pulled low, and a mask covering most of her face.
Her eyes looked around as she pulled the hood tighter, her every movement filled with nervous energy.
She turned the corner—only to slam straight into someone’s chest.
“Got you,” a deep voice said. She froze, her stomach dropping.
She recognized the voice.
It was Rico.
“You really thought you could run?” His tone was cold and unforgiving.
On instinct, she turned to run, but the street behind her was already blocked by two of his men.
“Take her to the van,” Rico ordered coldly. “Don’t let her so much as blink without my say so.”
The maid’s muffled protests were ignored as she was shoved into the
