Yours

This can’t be happening. Not to me.It was supposed to be fun. A spring break trip to Tijuana with my friends. A margarita in each hand while we danced the night away.Then I saw him in the club. He was too perfect to be true—an impeccably tailored suit, a sculpted body. Ice-blue eyes that seared with desire. I thought everything about him was right. But I was dead wrong.A gun to my head.A collar around my neck.A whisper in my ear telling me to follow orders… OR ELSE.And the strange look in his eyes that tells me there’s a secret he’s still hiding…