Aria's POV
"You know what's funny?" Marcus kept the gun trained on me but didn't pull the trigger. "You should have stayed away from Damien, after he treated you like trash yet you still went back to him, what a fool you are."
"He was wrong," I said, keeping my voice steady despite my racing heart. "About a lot of things."
"Was he though?" Marcus circled me slowly, like a predator. "Because from where I'm standing, you walked right into my trap. Alone. Unarmed. That seems pretty pathetic to me."
"I'm not alone." I met his eyes. "And I'm not unarmed. I have something you'll never have, Marcus—people who actually care whether I live or die."
His expression darkened. "Touching. Really. But it won't save you." He gestured with the gun toward Vivian. "Here's how this works: you're going to call your FBI friends and tell them to stand down. Then you're going to walk out of here with me. Vivian stays as insurance."
"Not happening," I said flatly.
