Chapter 13

Sabrina-Schulz

Hours before the kidnapping.

I shift on my bed uncomfortably, sighing as I reheat the cigar I'm smoking. I had to practically run out of the house because of the damn Colombians. I look at the photo of my wife which I have left on the nightstand next to my bed so as not to miss her.

Sabrina, it has been the most memorable thing that has ever happened to me. I love her with all my strength and although people think I am a fucking sadist for treating her the way I do, I