I kick my legs wildly in the air as Theo restrains me, quickly moving deeper into the alley. Panic spreads through every fiber of my being until I feel like I'm going to pass out.
He's going to kill me. He's going to torture me in this alley and slit my throat.
Still thrashing in Theo's arms, my back pressed flush against his chest, I can do nothing as he moves behind a dumpster so we can't be easily seen from anybody passing the alley. My head is pounding from terror, right where he hit me yesterday, creating a throbbing pain that is nearly blinding.
The second we're behind the dumpster, he releases me just long enough to spin me around. Before I have time to blink, he's got me pinned against the brick wall with his body, one hand still covering my mouth and the other on my waist.
Without hesitation, I shove him as hard as I can, but he only takes a half step back. I go to shove him again, blind fear coursing through my blood, but he just releases my waist and catches my wrists in a giant hand, pushing me back against the wall. I'm about to try to knee him in the groin when he hisses down at me.
"Would you cut that out? I'm trying to help you here, you little psycho."
My head snaps upward at the voice and my heart skips a beat. I go completely still as I stare into a pair of very irritated dark brown eyes.
It isn't Theo.
It's Will.
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She only knows how to lie, and he can't be lied to.
When 17 year old Bia Barlowe accidentally fakes her own death, she decides to use it as an opportunity to escape her abusive foster home and track down her sister, Claire, who she was separated from four years ago. Along the way, Bia meets Will, a guarded yet charming 18 year old boy on the run from his mysterious past who wants to help Bia for undisclosed reasons. When Claire is kidnapped by unknown attackers, Bia and Will must race to save her before time runs out. The catch? The kidnappers want Bia, too. And they'll kill anybody in their way to get her.
"What is your name?" I asked, staring into her doe-like eyes. Almost immediately her face twisted in horror. Her eyes switched back and forth frantically like an exit would suddenly appear out of thin air. The sides of her lips turned downward like it was taking everything in her not to burst into a sob. Sure, she was scared--that much was expected-- but I could see the anger. I could see she was furious with me. Interesting. I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to explore how far I could push her until she retaliated; time was of the essence right now. I was staring at an unrecognizable girl. A mistake like this will get a lot of people killed.
"I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." I growled as I grabbed her small face in my hand, making her eye shut in pain.
"Harley. Harley Anderson," she spat softly like an angered kitten. Harley. I let her name roll over my tongue for a while. Every second that passed made my vision go black with anger. I looked away from her face before releasing the hold I had on her. I felt my jaw clench in anger and my fist flex in readiness as I stared off in the distance, trying to control my anger from making me lash out. However, I couldn't control myself. She is the wrong girl. We have the wrong girl.
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Harley Anderson was an average girl with an almost too simple life before being taken by the biggest cartel in New Mexico right in front of her best friend, Avery. Xander Sanchez, the leader of the Riot cartel has nothing else on his agenda besides making his ex-business partner pay for his wrongdoings. What happens when Avery is the center of the operation, but it all goes wrong, and now Harley finds herself in a situation she never dreamed of? What happens when Harley is taken and forced to work under the boss? Will Harley be able to survive working under this ruthless man? What happens when the boss finds himself falling for the girl he least expected to capture his heart?