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.

Landon’s desperate tone echoed throughout the

up a remote control and pressed a button. A deafening sound rumbled to the

a trolley slowly coming into sight,

wheels tucked away, and

Her white dress was

Angelina’s tears streamed down

tank and pummeled his fists against the thick glass. No matter how he kicked and elbowed the surface, the

unconscious inside the

can’t hear a thing in there.” Preston, fiddling with the remote control in his hand, added, “She’s fainted for a bit.

done behind your