Ethan Sullivan's entire body radiated violent energy.
Murderous intent pooled in his eyes.
He swore to make these people pay.
Protecting Sophia Sullivan was his top priority.
He needed to divert their attention.
"I'll draw them away—"
Before he could finish, Sophia cut him off.
"No. Too dangerous."
Her voice remained calm as her hands worked swiftly.
Shards of glass glinted between her fingers.
The rope frayed thinner with each pass.
"I have a better plan."
She pressed the glass into Ethan's palm.
"Follow my lead."
The clank of chains sounded outside.
The scar-faced man shoved the door open.
His greedy gaze raked over Sophia.
"Be a good girl."
His rough hand reached for her collar.
Sophia suddenly smiled.
The expression was dazzling yet dangerous.
"Not here."
She murmured in Italian.
"Outside would be... more exciting."
The scarred man froze.
Moonlight traced the delicate curve of her profile.
Her eyes shimmered with calculated allure.
"But the boss said—"
Sophia batted her lashes.
"I'm still tied up."
Her voice dripped honey.
"Afraid I'll run?"
The man snorted.
"You?"
He sliced the ropes at her ankles.
Dragged her roughly toward the trees.
"Don't beg for mercy later."
Damian Rossi frowned at the movement.
"Why take her out?"
Ethan erupted into violent coughing.
"About the ransom—"
He successfully snagged Damian's attention.
"Your boss will take your cut."
Damian's eyes narrowed.
He turned toward the cabin.
"Let's discuss your value."
The scarred man was already impatient.
Sophia stumbled as he hauled her deeper into the woods.
Her heels left deep imprints in the mud.
She glanced back at the cabin.
Ethan was engaging Damian in conversation.
Perfect timing.