Finally, our truck came to a stop, and I felt the doors swing open. It was almost impossible to grasp what was happening, but I focused on my senses.I heard footsteps approaching my side of the car, and then the door opened.It was Lucas. I waited for him to help me out as he usually did, but instead, he mumbled, “Take off your blinds; we’re home.” His voice carried a hint of amusement, and the word "home" twisted my stomach.I quickly removed my gloves, glancing around as darkness enveloped the surroundings. My eyes struggled to adjust.Directly in front of the car stood a newly built cabin, but beyond that, we were surrounded by trees, as if we were deep in the forest.“What are we doing here, Lucas? Please, I need to go back. I can’t stay here,” I pleaded, my heart racing. No, I couldn’t remain in this place.“This is your new home. At least until the cops stop searching for you. My boys are about to fake your death, so no one will come looking for you. You are mine now, Shimma, a
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