Chapter 36 – Steven

• “Steven,” I whisper, my hand immediately going to my mouth. Because even though his head is covered in some kind of potato sack, I know that’s him being hauled in with his hands tied behind his back, stumbling over the shoes I bought him for Christmas.
• Christian is instantly in action, stepping in front of me, throwing out an arm to block me – as if Steven, held up as he his by two men with hands beneath his armpits, is going to grab me.
• “What the fuck is this!?” Christian booms out, turning his head to glare daggers at his father.