Tequila's POV

Did your parents seriously name you Tequila?

Do you like it?

Whose idea was it?

It isn't that bad.

Like I really care what they think. If my mama decided to name me after a delicious burning drink then so be it.

I never expected to be caught in the lion's den but even now I still don't believe it.

Walking home from work was the most exhausting part of the day, but soon, I could afford my own car.

Soon.

After a moment of indecisiveness, I decided to take the shortcut. I was always wary about it, and my instincts screamed at me to go back but I was tired. It would take me another fifteen minutes to get home the long way.

A few minutes later, I'm almost home, until loud indistinct shouting brings me to walk a little slower.

Getting closer, the words become more clear and I blanch at one of the men's next word.

"Shoot him." I know I should run. I should move. I should get the hell out of here but I couldn't. I was frozen in time.

Bang!

Flinching, a loud involuntary gasp leaves my mouth and all three eyes turn to me.

"Crap." Turning on my heel I sprint off.

"She saw!"

"Let her go."

"We can't. You know the boss. He finds out everything."

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