Danica
My smart mouth and natural defiance won't allow me to be the obedient captive.
Even for a man with startling blue eyes and a twitchy trigger finger.
He may be good with his aim.
But I grew up in the game.
And yet, I'm questioning if he's truly my captor?
Or my savior?
Mack
I should have pulled the trigger.
The rules were simple.
You play, you pay. Danica's father played me, and through no fault of her own, she had to pay. As unfair as it seems, that's how it had to be.
Looking into my eyes, I know she saw her death.
Looking into hers, I saw my own weakness.
And that could cost me everything.