I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

” Justin cried out weakly, trying to twist away, looking down at his personal keys and money clip still sitting on the desk. “I need my keys.”

Marcus scooped the personal items off the counter with his free hand and shoved them roughly into Justin’s jacket pocket.

“Walk,” Frank ordered.

They hauled him forward. Justin didn’t walk; he stumbled, his legs continue reading …