Phoebe's POV
Even though this was probably their first time dealing with a hostage who woke up mid-journey and decided to flip the script on them, they couldn't just brush it off.
Plus, I looked way too composed. The guy with the tattoos suddenly got this sinking feeling that things were about to go sideways.
Tires squealed as Zelia yanked the car to the curb. He and his buddy in the front seat bailed out from opposite sides, joining forces with the tattooed one to try and pin me down.
'Three full-grown men against one girl? This should be easy,' they probably figured. But reality had other plans. Size and muscle meant nothing when they were up against me.
I'd let them grab me without a struggle just to figure out who was pulling the strings, but that intel wasn't needed anymore.
Looked like whoever hired them had already bolted; Harold must've gotten to work.
Since these clowns had outlived their usefulness, I wasn't about to play nice.
