Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

One

Myla Mendez

"Boyfriend" - Dove Cameron

"I'm gonna ask you one last fucking time and I swear if you don't answer me, I'll put a bullet between your eyes." I rolled my eyes and gave him a bored look. Firming my lips together in a straight line.

This imbecile thinks he captured me. In reality I wanted him to find me...but I'm not going to tell him that he'll work that out soon enough, when I have him either dead or gaged begging me not to rip out his eyes from their sockets.

"Who do you work for?" He pressed the gun further to my head. I was getting fed up of listening to the idiot talk. "I'm gonna be real with you, because I have somewhere to be, and I'd much rather be there than talk to you, because quite frankly talking to a wall is more interesting." I sat up in the uncomfortable chair as best I could. My hands where bound to the sides of the chair, my ankles tied down also.

"I only showed up at your little game of 'cops and robbers' to find you...now I have you, it would be nice if YOU started talking." The two security guards which stood either side of me moved from their stance and stared at me in confusion. Idiot face in front of me lowered the gun.

Yet none of them spoke.

"Are you thinking? Dry mouth? What? Or just plain stupid?" Time waisters, I sighed. "Look, I'm just looking for the name of the leader of the Sicilian Mafia." I sighed an moving a little in the incredibly uncomfortable chair.

They all still gave me blank expressions before Fabian (my 'kidnapper') raised his gun again. "Listen you little bitch!" He spat at me. "I'm giving you one last chan-" he was interrupted by his – well actually my cell phone ringing.

**ring ring**

**ring ring**

**ring ring**

"I think- I think someone's calling me, since you took my phone..." he gives me a snarky look and takes the phone out of his pocket.

"What?!" His thick Russian accent spoke. He listened for a moment before his face fell. He moved the phone away from his ear to mine.

"It's f-for you." He said passing the phone to me. I held the phone between my shoulder and my ear.

"No shit Sherlock! Someone's calling my phone to speak to me? You know you could have made my life easier and untied at least one of my hands, but you know what it's fine no criticism here." I said sarcastically before turning my attention back to the phone, which he placed between my ear and shoulder.

"Hello?" I waited for a reply.

"Myla, are you almost finished? Your father want's to speak to you about your next mission." Seriously!? My mother phones at this most in-fucking-convenient times.

"Soon mom. I'm still here-" She gasps. "Are you safe? Do you need us to come get you? Remember if they try anything on you just kick them in-" I interrupted her.

"I'm fine mother. Just tell dad that I'll be home soon enough, I still haven't got what I came for, the cast of high school musical over here are fucking around! Not to mention these fuckers are listening in on my conversation right now." I added before my mother scolded me for cursing.

"Hurry up home, dinner will be ready soon and Vincent and Maria will be joining us!" I groaned.

"Wait hold on!" I yelled before hanging up.

"What?"

"Is it chicken for dinner? I'm just wondering cause I'm not in the mood to be fat and chicken makes me fat you know? Especially with the way you cook mom, you add in all those..." I looked up to the men around who where still listening.