Chloe's revenge was meticulous. She'd spent three days watching, planning, learning Aria's patterns. The girl was predictable — weak and in love with the man who'd discarded Chloe like yesterday's trash.
The parking garage was dim, fluorescent lights flickering when Chloe's hired men moved. Five of them, masked and efficient, grabbing Aria before she could scream, shoving her into a black van with tinted windows.
Aria fought — nails raking, teeth biting, knees striking — but they were stronger, prepared. A cloth pressed over her mouth, chemical and sweet, and the world dissolved into darkness.
She woke in a warehouse. Concrete floor, exposed beams, a single bulb swinging overhead. Her wrists were bound behind her, her ankles tied to a chair, her mouth gagged with rough fabric. She could
