We Had Each Other

Meliza's POV

No one stopped us.

Not the hotel staff, not the guests, not even Elijah's men. To them, I was just a bride walking beside my future stepson, with no cause for suspicion or reason to intervene.

Andrew's grip on my arm was firm yet deceptively casual as he led me through the corridors, down a secluded stairwell, and into the dimly lit basement parking lot. My pulse pounded louder with every step.

Then I saw a black van idling near the far end, its tinted windows concealing whoever or whatever was inside.

Panic flared in my chest, my mind racing through every possible way to escape. But before I could act, Andrew tightened his grip and shoved me forward.

"Get in," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. I hesitated for half a second too long.