Zayn deposits the money in exactly fifteen minutes and we wait anxiously for them to send us proof of life. I am crossing my fingers , what if they don't keep the end of the deal?
As the picture comes through, my heart sinks at the sight of Emily bound in a tree and helpless.
"We have to go to her now."
I insist, urgency lacing my words as I glance between Zayn and Candy. Chris shouts to his friends …
"Let's move guys! Get those idiots into the back and lock them in."
The guys start moving , we also get inside the car. I'm now sitting at the back with Candy , I just need someone to hold me. Zayn is driving, he cannot.
Determination etched on Zayn's face as he started the car, his grip on the steering wheel tight with resolve.
We are following the truck.
We drive towards the secluded area, each passing second filled with dread and anticipation.
"We need to be cautious, we don't know what we're walking into."
