Meredith's POV
I was in the middle of nowhere, and I should have thought about that. Drago looks at me as he gracefully takes the phone under my dress. I couldn't move with the fear that he might hit me.
He put his gun on the table so I could see it, my heart pounded when I saw the gun. He got his message out loud and clear. Even though he promised not to hurt me, if I provoked him, he would.
I was still hoping my dad would see a missed call or something or have suspicions that I could be in danger. I wasn't ready to give up all hope yet. Even if it was a voicemail. I just want him to know I needed help. How could he help me when he doesn't even know I'm in danger?
"Meredith dear, please don't pull such strings in the future. I don't want to hurt you to teach you a lesson," he hissed, taking my hand and lifting me off the ground in his arms.
