Emma's POV

I woke up tied to a chair with an excruciating pain at the back of my head. I looked around. I was inside of a small wooden house, similar to a shack. I let out a groan from the pain in the back of my head, which drew the attention of three guys who looked at me with raging eyes.

One came over and stood right in front of me. He was approximately six feet, six inches tall, mid-forties with a dark chocolate complexion.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a dirty swamp?" he asked.

The other two looked around the same age and built but had cream complexions.

"I was kidnapped." The words trembled through my lips.

"Who would want to do you any harm?" His voice was heavy like thunder.

"My fiancee's mother. She doesn't want me for her son."

The three men broke into laughter.

"You poor thing."

"Why am I here? Please let me go," I begged as tears came.

"We can't do that. You might go to the cops and tell them what we're doing here," the second guy spoke.

"I promise you, I wouldn't do that. You have my word. All I wanna do is go home," I sobbed, lowering my head.

"You're not going anywhere!"

"Please, let me go."

"I say we kill this bitch!" the third guy spoke and aimed a gun at my face.

He must be the commander, I figured because the other two fell back as he approached me.

"Please don't do this," I begged him. My life wasn't the most important thing to me. If I died, my baby died as well. I couldn't let that happen.

"We're not going to keep you alive. You've seen our faces and you've seen our operation. Any last words?" he asked and pressed the rifle hard against my temple.

"Please. My fiance could pay a ransom for me. Y'all are making one million on this deal, he could double that amount."

I'm so sorry Ethan, I don't want this guy to kill me and our baby.

"What makes you so sure of that?"

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