Braelyn's POV
My brain kept wracking, trying to figure out when my plan was sabotaged or if I was meant to fail from the start.
The guy in the passenger seat finally noticed I was awake from my reflection in the mirror staring back at him. A small smile curled up his lips.
"The princess is finally awake." he teased, and the driver tried to catch a glimpse of me. The passenger chuckled, then turned around to face me.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you feeling uncomfortable in any way or hungry?" He continued to pry like he was going to do anything. I tried to speak but only muffled sounds came out of my mouth.
My mouth was gagged, of course. Irritated by his obvious taunts, I glared at him. If looks could kill he would have dropped dead.
A chuckle escaped his lips. "She is even cute when she glares." He sneered. He was clearly too jovial for someone in the mafia. I stared at him clearly. His voice was similar to the bastard that led the group at the port.
