#Chapter 62 - Negotiations

Layla My heart raced as I watched Eli on that tiny screen. My mind whirred, trying to gather up any and all details I could that might provide me a clue as to where he was. As to how we might get out of here. He was still unharmed. Still bound and gagged. Still frightened but determined. Still his father’s son. The guard had removed the gun from his temple, but he was close by, ready to replace it at a moment’s notice. They were ready. Prepared. But still, there must be something I could use. Some weakness I could exploit. I was in their game now; I had to learn how to play it. Until I figured that out, I’d be buying time. “What do you want?” I asked, my tone ice-cold. Marco leaned forward to set his glass of wine on the coffee table. His dark eyes gleamed with a strange light. “Layla, I want what I’ve always wanted—you.” “What?” Of all the things I’d expected him to say, that was not among them. “The hell does that mean, Marco?” “Simple.” He shrugged and leaned ba