Emma's POV
I woke up tied to a chair with an excruciating pain at the back of my head. I looked around. I was inside of a small wooden house, similar to a shack. I let out a groan from the pain in the back of my head, which drew the attention of three guys who looked at me with raging eyes.
One came over and stood right in front of me. He was approximately six feet, six inches tall, mid-forties with a dark chocolate complexion.
"What's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in a dirty swamp?" he asked.
The other two looked around the same age and built but had cream complexions.
"I was kidnapped." The words trembled through my lips.
"Who would want to do you any harm?" His voice was heavy like thunder.
"My fiancee's mother. She doesn't want me for her son."
The three men
