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My words are cut off when a van comes to a screeching stop in the street. When men pour out of the vehicle, I spin around and rush back into the lobby.
“They’re here.”
“Run, Eden!” Tyrone’s worried voice comes over the line.
“What’s wrong?” Quincy asks.
“Run. Run. Run,” I shout at the guard.
I’m grabbed from behind, and my phone flies out of my hand.
Oh shit!
When Quincy reaches for his gun, a shot is fired near my ear, instantly robbing me of my hearing.
All I hear is a sharp buzzing sound as I watch Quincy drop to the floor. My heart instantly thunders in my chest, and a terrifying sensation spreads over my skin.
“No!” I scream as I’m lifted off my feet and dragged out of the lobby.
I begin to thrash, trying to hit and kick my way out of the predicament I find myself in.
I’m hauled to the van and roughly tossed inside the vehicle. Before I can catch my bearings, more hands grab at me, restraining my wrists with cable ties.
“Stop. Stop,” I gasp, just needing a second to gather myself so I can think clearer.
The van speeds away with screeching tires, and I struggle to keep my balance as we swerve around a corner.
One of the men grabs me by the back of my hair, pulling strands out, then he forces me to look at another man who’s staring at me.
“Where’s your bitch of a mother?”
“I don’t know, and she’s not my mother,” I spit out.
“She owes me thirty thousand dollars.”
I try to lift my chin to appear braver than I feel. “Not my problem.”
The corner of his mouth lifts slightly before he backhands me across the cheek. I feel my lip split as pain explodes behind my right eye.
“If Mandy’s not gonna settle her debt, you will,” he barks in my direction.
My tongue darts out, tasting the blood on my lip, then I say, “I don’t have any money.”
The man stares at me for a few unnerving seconds before he lets out a dark chuckle, “If you can’t pay in cash, you’ll just have to work off the debt.”
Work off the debt?
No.
I start to shake my head, my heart clenching with fear as I realize what kind of work I’ll be doing.
Prostitution.
Either that, or I’ll be forced to be a drug mule.
Both options suck ass.
“Let me go, and I’ll find a way to get the money,” I try to bargain with the drug dealer.
