He stops, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of a gun beside the money.
"Welcome home, honey," the man taunts, brow quirked.
He gulps and suddenly feels nauseous.
"Please don't kill me," he begs, voice breaking.
He stops, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of a gun beside the money.
"Welcome home, honey," the man taunts, brow quirked.
He gulps and suddenly feels nauseous.
"Please don't kill me," he begs, voice breaking.