Bared To You
That’s when it happened.
A sleek black van with tinted windows pulled up at the curb. My instincts screamed at me before my mind even caught up. Four masked men jumped out, moving with precision. An ambush.
“Today’s not a good day, guys,” I muttered, yanking out my earbuds and slipping them into my pocket. My blood was already humming, my pulse sharp with adrenaline.
“Get in the van,” one of them barked.
“You’ll have to make me,” I shot back, my voice steadier than I felt.