1.67 For Ransom

"No," I murmur in disbelief. Dad and David both look at me, their eyes heavy with concern as if I am the one bound and gagged in front of them. Their bodies are bloodied and scratched, and God only knows what they must have gone through in Black Dawn's hands. I spot the men behind Dad and David, there are about five of them, all wearing identical expressions of danger.

"Yes, Dina. We got them." Jon laughs maniacally.

"Jesus, Jonathan. Your laugh is not at all pleasant to the ears, is it?" Uncle Fern enters the room, shedding his jacket off and handing it to the boy beside him. He casually kicks my Dad's side and I let out a yell as my poor father doubles over in pain.

"You look well, Matthews. For a traitor who is about to bite the dust." Uncle Fern spits at my Dad.

"Let him go!" I shout.

"Which one, darling? Your Dad or your boyfriend?" Uncle Fern looks over at me, a sinister smile on his face.