Chapter 15
Matilda Vaughn POV
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WHEN I excused myself, saying I needed to use the restroom, I didn't know he would allow it…
Or the fact that he will not even try to follow me
Or take a glance at me, not even once turning behind to look me
Like f**k
I didn't even think about this.
Or know what to do..
I can take someone's phone
But call who?
Dylan is held hostage.
My friends ..?
I don't want them to get into this mess.
And my dad?
Not sure if he'd help me..
And my stomach churned
Like I was having a panic attack.
I can call the cops.
But he just called him a successor to a f*****g mafia gang.
I'm sure by the time the cops are here, he will drag me out
And bury me alive
Oh.
Instead of pouring my sorrows in front of him with tears, I should have used my bra
