Chapter 11

Kiara felt like she was heading straight to a prisoner exchange that sunny Tuesday afternoon. A ring for a bag. Surprisingly, she was feeling more excited about it than scared. Their last encounter was interesting, to say the least. She had a blast seeing that bulked man caving to her, giving her phone back and getting nothing in return. She was hoping to get that thrilling sensation again. It felt like those times in her childhood when she took her father’s weapon from its not-carefully-enough...