Can’t Win Me Back

“Mr. Landon!” Angelina shrieked in pain from above him.

Landon looked up in dread, and his pupils dilated in shock. Angelina, hands tied, stood dangerously near the edge of the 32-foot-tall diving platform at the swimming pool, with Frank pointing a gun at her head.

The height of the springboard was alarming, as the pool was dry.

“Angie!” Landon’s blood-stained white shirt was drenched in sweat. He took two steps forward but was forced back when Frank pointed the gun at him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Landon…” Tears brimming, Angelina choked on her emotions.

Landon cast a deep look at her. “No. You’ve never wronged me or owed anyone anything. Angie, it was my fault that you got into this situation. I should be apologizing to you instead.”

She had experienced highs and lows over her years of working for Landon. Nothing fazed her, except

Landon’s desperate tone echoed

hearing that, Preston lazily picked up a remote control and pressed a button. A deafening sound rumbled to

He saw a trolley slowly coming into sight, carrying

the trolley’s wheels tucked away, and the carefully designed

vertically in the tank. Her white dress was filthy and bloodied, making her appear like a ragged doll on

tears streamed

to the tank and pummeled his fists against the thick glass. No matter how he

unconscious

hear a thing in there.” Preston, fiddling with the remote control in his hand, added, “She’s fainted for a bit. I think it’ll take her a while to

what your sister had done