Chapter 35

She could not mistake that voice for anyone else, though she had heard it just a few times. Even though he and Damon sounded a lot alike except for the tone, it was easy for her to decipher who it was.

She swallowed, relieved a little that it wasn't Don Damon. If it were, a bullet at the back of her head would have been proof.

Allysia trembled, his warning echoing in her ears. 'I won't ask twice...' He knew then. He knew she knew. But she only knew. She couldn't do anything about it.

"Allysia..." He growled urgently as she felt the muzzle press into her head again.

"Plea— please do– don kill me."

"Your cooperation determines that,"  he withdrew the gun from her head, "now drive."

Her sober voice was puzzled. "where?"

"To where the fuck you were about to go, damnit!"

With trembling hands on the steering wheel, she promptly ignited the engine and ventured onto the familiar route.

She looked up at the rearview mirror, catching