Chapter 15: Don's Toy

Sarah's POV

"We couldn't wait any longer, Don. He was too stubborn," the biggest among the three men that welcomes her presence speaks.

Her new captor holds dearly on to her but Sarah's gaze is fixed at the morbid body lying at their feet as she's dragged along.

"Discard the mess and clean your tracks," he booms as they walk into the lobby of a large mansion. Her breathing is tense. If only she could scream or run. Fuck it's pointless. Their hurried footsteps echo loudly.

"What about Shanghai?" one of his guards call out from behind. He doesn't seem to stop walking fast as though there is something so important and they're late for it.

"Shanghai? What about him? Didn't he stop by?" the Don questions as they approach one of the flight of stairs that converge at the top, leading to the first floor.

In front of her sprawls a large mansion, its railings gleaming like molten gold, and floors so immaculate they seem to echo her steps. The cream-colored walls play a harmonious backdrop t