He often had the urge to drug and abduct a female passenger.
The illicit knockout drops he kept in his trunk had finally come in handy.
Milo had been fearless, but the moment Madeline brought up what happened that night, he hesitated.
The memory of being beaten to a pulp and permanently losing his manhood—leaving him to rely only on his hands for the rest of his life—sent a sudden chill of fear through him.
He didn't say a word, simply slapping the duct tape back over her mouth before walking out.
As soon as he snatched her, he had brought Madeline back to his place. Once she was securely tied up, he immediately called Grant, who was thrilled to hear Milo had succeeded so quickly.
Overjoyed, Grant promptly wired ten thousand dollars to Milo's account as a down payment.
Milo had been hungry anyway. Since Madeline was still unconscious and securely bound, he had gone out for a hearty meal before returning.
Now, hearing her threaten him with her powerful backers, the man who had been crippled for life felt his courage waver. He wanted to go outside and call Grant to hurry up.
As long as Grant was there, he wouldn't be afraid, knowing Grant had even stronger connections.
Seeing that all was quiet outside, Madeline finally used the shard of glass she had hidden to slice through the ropes on her ankles and quietly crept toward the exit.
She spotted the man leaning against the doorway, smoking.
Madeline glanced around the room. It was the only way out, and he was blocking it.
She grabbed a short piece of scrap steel and hid near the entrance, waiting. Sure enough, after finishing his cigarette, the man turned to come back inside.
The second he stepped through the door, Madeline raised the steel bar and brought it down hard on the back of his neck.
Caught completely off guard by the blunt force, the man collapsed face-first onto the concrete.
Madeline let out a breath of relief. It seemed he had kidnapped her purely for revenge. Now that he was knocked out, all she had to do was leave.
Grant hadn't expected her to be so stubborn, assuming that a little intimidation would make her completely submissive.
But Madeline refused to give up, driving the glass deep into Grant's thigh.
It sliced right through his pants. Grant let out a howl of pain and kicked Madeline away with brutal force.
Agony ripped through Madeline as her body scraped against the rough concrete, tearing her skin and drawing blood.
She knew that if she kept fighting like this, it would only end worse for her. She couldn't overpower him.
The remnants of the drug in her system rapidly sapped her remaining energy. Sprawled on the ground, she couldn't even find the strength to stand.
Wearing a sinister glare, Grant pulled the bloody glass shard from his leg and advanced toward her.
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