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“Get off me!” one of the men said as hands shoved at her. With her hands tied, it was hard to sit up, and she ended up rolling over instead. The van doors opened again, and many rough hands pulled her out. She couldn’t figure out where she should be moving because all they were saying was to get out.

Moving blindly, she ended up falling out of the van. She hit the hard ground on her knees and cried out in pain. She heard a gasp and knew something similar had happened to Bec.

“Get up, bitch!” one of the men said. She tried to keep her balance despite the hood over her head when she heard a familiar voice.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing to my daughter?”

What was her dad doing here? Had he seen her and Bec get grabbed and decide to follow? Relief made her feel dizzy.

“Shut up, old man,” the guy said. “Brad, what are they doing here?”

“I didn’t think you’d be bringing her back here,” Brad said.

This kept getting stranger. Why was her ex here?

“Let go of her!” James shouted, but his demand ended with a coughing fit that made the other men laugh.

“Sorry, Mark,” Brad said. “James and Barb followed me here. I guess they were impatient to see Mila.”

The harsh hold on her arm that was keeping her steady was suddenly gone. She wavered on her feet until a gentle set of hands steadied her.

“I’m sorry, Mila,” James said. “We didn’t know they were going to be so rough!"

The bag over her head was removed, and she could see her dad. He was as pale as when he showed up to the house two days ago, but added to that were dark bags under his eyes and an unkempt appearance.

Her mom was on her other side, looking upset but determined.

“What’s going on?” Mila whispered.

“We’re staging an intervention,” Barb explained. “It’s obvious you’re suffering from some kind of mental breakdown. Your behavior is completely out of the ordinary, and you’re unable to make reasonable decisions. We got in contact with Brad, and he agreed to help.”

“Help?” Mila said, feeling hysterical. “Help what? Kidnap me?”

“It’s not a real kidnapping,” James said. “We’re working on paperwork that will have you declared incompetent and put us as your legal guardians. That way, you can come home with us, and everything can go back to normal.”

“This is not normal!” Bec shouted from behind her. James and Barb looked over at her, both of them obviously shocked.

“What is Bec doing here?” Barb asked, looking at Brad.

While her parents had been talking to her, one of the guys was busying dragging Bec away. They were in a large space with racks of tools on one side. Judging by the parts hanging off a wall, this was some kind of hangar or repair bay for planes.

Mila saw the intent in the guy's eyes. He was going to do something bad to Bec! She ran at him, desperate to help her friend.

“Mila!” Barb shouted.

Mila ignored her mother. She put a shoulder down and plowed into the guy dragging Bec.

Bec had been resisting, but she was tiny compared to almost everyone. Mila was a big girl who’d spent a good amount of time helping younger brothers practice their football skills. She knew how to use her bulk effectively. When the guy she hit went down, she made sure to land on him with a knee aimed for his belly.

She hit his balls instead, even better!

With her hands still secured behind her back, she couldn’t do much after they both went down except roll off him. Bec was still standing, and she hurried over to give the guy a solid kick to the head. He went from screaming in pain to silent and still.

Unfortunately, he was still breathing, but at least he wouldn’t be raping anyone today!

Two seconds after Bec’s kick ended the fight, the hangar erupted into pandemonium. One of the men rushed up and punched Bec. She managed to move mostly out of the way, but his fist still caught the side of her head and sent her tumbling to the floor.

James tried to challenge the guy and got punched in the face, landing on his ass next to Bec with blood pouring from his nose.