At that moment, James adjusted his shirt, exhaled through his nose, and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He took one step forward, determined to shake off the irritation Abigail had left him with. But just as his foot hit the pavement, a black SUV screeched to a halt directly in front of him.
James froze. His brows furrowed immediately. That wasn't just a random car.
Before he could even blink twice, the door of the SUV flung open and three men in black jumped out like trained shadows.
"Hey! What the hell is this—" he barely managed to shout.
But one of the men lunged and grabbed him by the arms with so much force that it knocked him off balance. The others joined in. James struggled, wildly flailing his arms and legs, shouting, "Let go of me! Leave me alone!" But it was no use. These men were stronger, faster and clearly knew what they were doing.
With terrifying precision, one of them pulled out a black cloth sack and yanked it over James's head. Everything went dark.
