Hassan
I'd thought it was room service, but it turned out to be hitmen. With a gun pointed to my face, screaming for help was not an option. Maeve had just returned from visiting Amelie, and from the look of things, these men had probably followed her back to the hotel.
This was my first time being held at gunpoint, and I had absolutely no idea how to react. Although the now masked men urged me to move and lock the door, I still couldn't move a muscle. Out of frustration for my lack of compliance, one of them struck me behind the head with the butt of his gun before going to complete the task himself.
"The audio recording, where is it?" The bulkiest out of the three demanded. His deep masculine voice mellowed into nothing more than a whisper. I knew from the onset that this would happen, but I hadn't expected Ronald Braun to strike this early.
