We arrived in the Bahamas six hours later. Max spent the entire time on his laptop. He made a few calls but stood and went to the bathroom for those.
The female guard even took my cell phone away from me. She told me I didn't need to communicate with anyone that wasn't Max.
Two black SUVs are waiting for us when we get off the plane. One is for luggage until I see four huge men climb out of the truck.
"Max, why do we need so much security detail? What's going on?" I ask suspiciously. Something's definitely wrong!
He roughly pulls me into him and begins kissing my neck. I don't like this, so I push him off.
Max suddenly looks angry.
"I'm sorry, but I'm uncomfortable," I say quietly as Benjamin eyes me up and down.
I suddenly want to go home. Even my parents don't have this type of security with them.
"I'm doing all this for you! For us," he says menacingly. I look up at his face. This is a different man I know. I shake my head.