Folsom.prison Blues Supernatural Novels & Stories

A man I did not recognize stood in front of me holding a phone. “Smile pretty,” he said. “Your boyfriend needs to see this.” He started recording. “John Voss. You have one hour to transfer twenty million dollars or your little whore dies. Clock is ticking.” I glared at him trying to keep my voice steady. “You are making a huge mistake. John will find me and when he does you will wish you never touched me.” The man laughed. “We will see about that.” Time crawled. I pulled against the ropes until my wrists bled but they held tight. My mind raced with thoughts of John and Mia and everything falling apart. Then I heard shouting outside the room followed by gunshots.

“Mr. Underwood, I’ve already called the police, and you will be imprisoned for theft.” Max clearly didn’t expect the truth to turn out like this. His face turned pale, and he pushed Grace away, kneeling in front of me. “Emily, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have been blinded by money. I beg you, let me go. “It was all because of that witch Grace who incited me. If I had known her true identity, I wouldn’t have done this. Emily, for the sake of our years as a couple, please forgive me. I don’t want to go to jail.”