Having been thrown into the back seat of the car, Sheri found herself trapped between two men. The one driving kept silent, eyes fixed on the road ahead, while Jett sat beside her, grinning, his elbow propped against the window as he stared lazily outside. His calmness only made everything feel worse.
Through the rear-view mirror, Sheri caught glimpses of the cars following close behind. She could see the faint reflections of headlights cutting through the evening light, each one holding more of the men who had stormed the Fortis Group. It made her chest tighten. Whatever this was, it was organized. She wasn't some random target.
Her thoughts spiraled. What happened to me? How did I end up like this?
