[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Not all those who wander are lost." The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkein
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
****
"Good morning, princess. Did you sleep well?" I asked James as I dumped a bucket of water over him.
He gasped in fright and opened his eyes wide. Then he squinted them again to get used to the sudden brightness. "You fucking asshole!" he hissed bitterly. "I was already awake."
Then he looked around at his surroundings. He was still in the filthy motel room, with me standing in front of him, blocking his view of the door. In one hand I held the tape he had in front of his mouth and with the other the empty water bucket.
Niall and Layla had already left and Ash wanted to get something out of the car before she followed and helped me get answers out of him.
The door opened and Ashley stepped in. In her hand she held her knife set, I was also armed and carried my gun in my waistband.
"Baby, you're finally here," I greeted her, "so now the real fun can begin."
"Fun? You sick psychos, what are you up to?" shouted James loudly. Ashley stepped forward and punched him right in the face, if he wasn't tied to the chair then he definitely would have fallen over.
That's my girl!
James groaned in pain and a satisfied smile played on Ashley's lips. "Let's get one thing straight, you only talk when we allow you to," she said coldly.
"If you cooperate, then we don't have to hurt you." I lied, because I was definitely going to hurt him. After all, the sick guy contributed to my friends being threatened, he doesn't get off that easy.
"Right, we just want to talk, got it?" said Ashley with an innocent smile. She pulled one of her knives out of its holder and gently stroked the blade, causing James to swallow hard.
You could tell right away that he didn't have much to do in this business. Not just because he's a pussy but the way he acts, he has no idea what's going on.
"What do you want from me?" asked James, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. I knew he was almost pissing himself.
This time I was the one who lashed out and punched him across the face. He groaned loudly in pain and the small cuts from my rings began to bleed on his cheek.
"What did she say about talking, huh?" I asked as I leaned down closer to him. "You don't do it until we tell you to."
James nodded quickly and the bruises on his face were already swelling. He pressed his lips together, probably afraid I would hit him again.
