Judging by the way Blue Eyes’ fists clench when he sees me on the floor, he seems like he’s starting to wonder what the hell he’s gotten himself into. But it was okay, because soon he’ll know exactly who he was messing with.
The other man leans close once again. I don’t move. Though, I don’t have much choice given how tight the restraints are. My wrists are raw, my ankles tied together tightly, and my head is still spinning from whatever they’d drugged me with.
This time he just stands there, staring down at me like I’m an inconvenience. As if he didn’t know what to do with me now that I wasn’t screaming.
“You’re too quiet now,” He mutters finally.
Blue-Eyes leans against the wall near the door, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin. “She won’t be later on,” he says with a shrug. “Not with what we’ll do to her.”
I guess his anxiety from seconds before had now faded.
His tough guy actis back on.
I stare at the broader whose eyes look black from here. I’m basically out of breath, still trying my hardest to hold myself up with the little strength I have left. “Please,” I whisper. “I can.. My father can give you money, whatever you want, if you’ll just let me go.”
The man in front of me doesn’t budge, but the other that is still leaning against the wall does. He lets out a breath and crosses his arms in front of his chest. His tough guy demeanor switches quickly into an uncomfortable one.
“You don’t have to do this,” I try again.
Blue Eyes’ posture shifts once more, it’s the smallest thing, but I see it. He looks toward the crumbling wall for a second, and just with that small movement, I can tell he isn’t as sure about this as he pretends to be.
The Onyx-Eyed man laughs softly, seemingly entertained by all of this.
“She’s good,” he murmurs as he stands up and walks away, back toward the doorway and out the door itself. I don’t know what he meant and I don’t want to.
The silence presses in again, the warehouse groaning around us after a few seconds.
And then Blue-Eyes walks away from the wall and goes to stand directly above me. After letting out a breath, he kneels down, his face inches from mine. His eyes and mouth are the only thing I could still see of his features. Those clouded blues watch me cautiously.
“Don’t fight it.” Heutters quietly.
I swallow hard as he stands back up, his gaze lingering on me for just a moment longer.
But that moment doesn’t last long and he is out of the room within seconds.
I am now alone in the dark, sitting in unbearable silence.
Chapter Two
Finnic
She’s asleep.Peacefully at that, which is a bit alarming considering where she is at the moment. Dry blood is speckled all over her legs, and her pale dress is stained from the tussle on the way here.
Her brunette hair is also tangled from the struggle and bruises have already begun to form on her arms from being gripped roughly by Dante earlier tonight.
He had to wipe his nose clean of blood after we got her loaded in the truck. She’d caught him good when she was flailing around like a crazy person.
I lean against the wall opposite of her. You’d think by now she’d be kicking and screaming again since Dantepulled the tape off of her mouth. But yet the room is filled with quiet snores.
She finally shifts faintly as I peel myself off of the wall. I think he tranquilized her with entirely too much chloroform.
Up to this point, taking her had been almost effortless. I wasn’t new to ugly things. Shoving guns past lips and knives being sunk deep into warm flesh was just a casual Monday for me. This time would be no different, except every hostage before her has been a male. And she most certainly is not.
Maybe that’s the source of the faint sympathy I feel.
Dante assumed the daughter of the accused thief would know something worth our time or would be useful as bait. He couldn’t give a shit about which way this went as long as the outcome was in our favor. Though, I didn’t blame him for that.
Dante is the head over the plan. Without him, I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do next, and admitting that to myself felt like shit.
