Sera’s POV
My husband is zip-tied to a chair in a penthouse I've never been to, and the four men who brought us here are deciding what they'll do to me.
Marcus borrowed two million dollars from people who make other people disappear. He had six months to pay it back.
He spent those six months hiding behind me in our apartment, pretending everything was fine, kissing me goodnight like a man who wasn't counting down to the day they'd come for him.
They came this afternoon. He was still in his work clothes. They beat him in our living room, dragged us both into a black SUV, and drove us to the top floor of a building with no name on the outside.
Now he's tied to a metal chair in the corner of a bedroom bigger than our apartment with his left eye swollen shut and blood drying on his chin,
