“Jesus!” Paul said, “How long have you been here?”

“About six months I think. Seems like forever,” she said, narrowing her gaze to the floor, “I almost got out once. This one guy, a real sleazeball if you ask me…well, he really wanted me all to himself. He was going to bust me out, take me to Vegas and go to one of those cheesy wedding chapels…I pretended to go along with it, just so I could get out of here. I wasn’t actually going to go along with his stupid plan. I was just going to steal his car or something…”

“What happened?” Paul asked.

“Bella caught him dragging me outside…what an idiot. The jerk had a gun, he could have used it. But Bella called the boys in and they took him away. He was kicking as they dragged him out across the highway into the desert. I only heard one gunshot. You see that pink caddy outside? Its been there for months.” Paul started to sweat and a nervous glance flew over his eyes.

“You don’t know what you’ve gotten into sweetheart,” she smiled sweetly.