CHAPTER 13:
"Yeah…ahh….." Fiona stammered. Her eyes were now adjusted to the dark and she had them trained on the gun. Suddenly, the bedroom door was opened and two men were dragging a struggling Jen out in the hall way.
"Let go of me you bastards!"
"Jen!"
"Be quiet!" Erica commanded. She walked over and flipped on a light. She was tall with a curvy build; she had dark brown curly hair and a scar extending from her chin to her chest. She shared the same blue eyes her brother had, filled with malevolence. She walked over to Jen who was being held by two big goons. "You. Never would I have thought the day would come where Jennifer Mui is at my mercy."
"What the bloody hell do want? Do you want me dead? Or is there more?"
"Oh, your death will come to you soon enough. But not before I kill your husband right before your very own eyes."
"You wouldn't." Jen growled. She wasn't sure if Erica was bluffing if she had James in her evil clutches or not.
"I would. For Marcus' sake, he would have loved to see that bastard of a husband of yours die slowly and painfully."
"Would he? Too bad he's dead."
"Too bad you're still alive."
"Touché. So, what are you going to? Take me away, torture me, what?" Jen said angrily.
"Something along those lines. Let's go, don't forget the anorexic over there on the couch." Erica ordered to the other man who had followed behind Jen. He grabbed Fiona without a fight. Fiona knew she would be killed. So would Jen. She prayed that James and Cooper would find them before it was too late.