192: Emergency Bag

Fenella’s POV Oh my God. It wasn't Laird who stepped in to help me, but Peter. He wrapped his arm around my neck until I was pinned under his arms. Cold metal touched my temple. I glanced over and immediately saw a black gun pointed at me. “Let me go, Peter.” I growled even as my body trembled. “Shut up!” Peter snapped loudly, ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes tightly as I endured the pain in my ankles and muffled my fear. I raised my arms to let go of Peter's arms, but it seemed that emotional panic had taken over my body. Somehow I became helplessly weak and could only hold on to Peter's arm. “Please, Peter, please.” I said softly, asking him to let me go. “Peter, let her go. She doesn't know anything.” Alan tried to calm Peter down. “Yes? Then put the bag in the car and move away.” Peter clamped tighter and tighter around my neck, and the tip of the gun pressed harder and harder against my temple. I slowly looked at Alan, who put the black duffel bag into the back passenger seat