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His eyes come to mine in the rearview mirror. “Miss Vitiosis, your jet awaits…”
I gape up at the sleek black private jet. The cabin is open, with stairs leading out to the tarmac. There are three men in suits standing at the end, all armed with heavy guns.
“Thank you,” I whisper, reaching for the door and opening it. The trunk is already popped and one of said men in suits is carrying out my duffel bag.
I pull out my phone and hit dial on the number I have for her.
She answers.
“Madison. I’m leaving now.”
Blood soaked through my shirt, my hands stretched wide and tied to the tree stump. I knew I was done for. I would never see my family again. I would never get to bully Sandra Mcke I had too much pride to say anything else. My daddy taught me better. You go down proud, not a coward, and that’s how I will do it. “Smile for Daddy, Ava Garcia. Your playtime is almost up.”