My Ruthless Kidnapper
That's when I drove my knee into his chin.
His phone clattered to the ground, and he forgot the world around him as blood poured from his nose and mouth. He lay there, barely conscious, struggling to breathe.
I squatted down, bringing out the knife. "I'm Finn Hayes, son of Eric Hayes," I said with a smirk, letting the blade glint in the dim light.
"This... this can't be happening," he stammered, his eyes glued to the silver edge of the knife.
"Now you know. I'm FH. And your time is up."
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