This cant be happening. Not to me.

It was supposed to be fun. A spring break trip to Tijuana with my friends. A margarita in each hand while we danced the night away. Then I saw him in the club. He was too perfect to be truean impeccably tailored suit, a sculpted body. Ice-blue eyes that seared with desire. I thought everything about him was right. But I was dead wrong. A gun to my head. A collar around my neck. A whisper in my ear telling me to follow orders OR ELSE. And the strange look in his eyes that tells me theres a secret hes still hiding