The shouts continue to resonate in my thoughts. The bullets reverberated throughout the building. The blood flowed across the floor towards my feet, and I could hear my quick breathing and heart hammering out of my chest.
One of the men’s eyes shot towards me, enlarging with pure excitement. He aimed his rifle at me and yelled, “ON THE FLOOR NOW.” I collapsed with tears in my eyes. He injected me, and my eyelids softly closed.
I awoke in a warehouse, surrounded by shelves of weaponry. I had a gag attached to my lips and a rope wrapped around my wrists. Have I been kidnapped? “Aren’t you the owner of Richie Bank?” A voice called. “Hah I forgot you can’t speak.” A man emerged from the darkness, his greasy hair slicked into a bun, his nose twisted, and his teeth misshaped in his mouth. “Leave her Jackson.” Another voice called. “Here’s how this works, you are going to sign into your account and transfer all the money over to this account.” His words brought my attention to a man standing at the door with a laptop and a page of paper. A cigarette protruding from his mouth, the smoke dispersing throughout the room. He walks towards me, his hood covering his face. He hands me the laptop and papers.
He releases my hands from the rope. He points his Glock to my head. “Get on with it,” Jackson hissed. “What did I just say, Jack?” he growled. The man pulled down my gag, “What’s your name again?” he questioned.
“Go to hell,” I spat and threw the laptop to the ground. Jackson’s eyes flared with anger. He grabbed my collar and yanked me closer, the cold barrel of the gun pressing harder against my temple. “Do you think this is a game?” he snarled, his voice low and menacing. The other man, Jack, seemed nervous, glancing between us. “Boss, maybe we should—”
“Shut up, Jack,” Jackson snapped without breaking his gaze from mine. He took a deep breath, his grip tightening. “You have one last chance. Give us the password, or I swear, you won’t see another sunrise.”
My heart raced, but I met his gaze defiantly. “You’ll get nothing from me,” I whispered, preparing for the worst.