Chapter 138: Chapter 138

Frankie—I really needed a nickname for him because that one sucked—held the door open to the only room on the hotel’s floor. No one to hear me scream. It would have been my best chance to get away except for the line of men in the hallway.

Frankie turned back and gestured for me to walk as two of his guarded hovered at the entryway.

He waved his arm again, doing his own little version of Vanna White. "Cara Mia, your prison cell."

I rolled my eyes and then straightened my back. If he thought I wasn’t entering his room because of nerves, I’d show him exactly how nervous I was.

In reality, I was terrified. Not so much of what might happen to me if I went into the hotel room, but what my cousin would scream when he found out I willingly walked in to the enemy’s supposed prison cell. Only a moron followed the directions of her kidnapper.

Oh well. Too late now. I stepped in and froze.