~ DAISY'S POV ~Please pick up.Please, please, please pick up…“911, what's your emergency?”Oh thank God!Thank God, thank God, thank God.The voice on the other end is calm and professional, completely unaware that I am currently hiding in a bathroom while armed psychopaths are holding an entire restaurant hostage.“Please,” I whisper, my voice so low I can hardly hear myself. “You have to help us. There are men with guns and they are holding us hostage at—”What is the name of this restaurant again?Fuck. Fuck!I can't remember the damn name!Think Daisy. Think!“Ma'am, I need you to stay calm,” the operator says. “Where are you located?”“Um... it's... it's a restaurant on...” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to remember the street name Sebastian mentioned when we first arrived. “West 52nd Street. Near... near 8th Avenue. It's called... The... The Cove. Italian restaurant. Red awning outside.”“The Cove?” the operator asks.“Yes. Yes that's it.” I whisper urgently. “There are at le
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