Chapter 50

"We're almost there. Keep quiet and stop you fucking crying," Adam demanded as he shoved Eve into the wheelhouse.

"What are you going to do?"

"Drop you off to the trafficker, then get the hell out of here," he said, starting to turn the boat toward the docks. "Now sit in that seat and don't fucking move or say a word unless you want your brains spilled all over this cabin."

Sitting in the chair next to him, Eve was shaking uncontrollably as she watched him pull the boat into the dock. Watching the shore, she prayed Drew would find help. Starting to feel her stomach turn again, she tried to not get sick.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Eve grabbed a nearby waste bin and threw up for the third time on the trip.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," she said, wiping her mouth.

"Nothing… Are you sea sick or something? We just took off."

"No. I'm fine. Just, leave me alone. I'm just stressed."