Dangerous Love

Chapter 12

Once the sound of the trap door closing filled the air of the basement, Davina let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She brought her hands up to her face in frustration and groaned.

"I've never seen that man be sweet on any lady, like the way he just was to you." A southern accent interrupted Davinas thoughts. Davina looked to where the sound came from and observed someone in a cell diagonal from hers. They had a jet black buzz cut along with deep brown eyes, their cheeks were hollow, as if they hadn't eaten in days. Tattoos covered their body along with dirt, bruises and blood. Their face was a mix of feminine and masculine, it was hard to tell which overrode the other.

"I'm sorry?" Davina questions. They laughed.

"You heard me... the names Charlie." The southern accent spoke.

"I don't mean to be blunt. But are you female or male?" Davina had felt quite rude asking the question but she had to know.

"I'm honoured you asked. Neither, I'm non binary." They smirked. Davina's face reddened with embarrassment from her actions.

"Sorry for the disrespect." Davina apologised.

"As I said, I'm honoured. What's your story, miss..." she dragged along the miss, hinting for Davina to give her name.

"Davina, Davina May. I'm a hostage, from the Desmond mafia." Charlie's eyes widened with shock.

"Well slap me silly and call me a whore, I never thought'd they'd do it." Charlie laughed. Davina couldn't help but grin at the statement. "You guys are our rivals... sorry... their rivals. Powerful lot you are."

"You said our... were you apart of the Hartley's?" Davina inquires. Charlie looked down in grief. Grief of a lost family.

"Yes... I did something dumb, something I deeply regret and they've never let me forget it." Charlie says as they gestured to their bruises.

"May I ask what you did?" Davina asks.

"I'm afraid that's a story for another time." Charlie responds. Silence filled the air, neither knowing what else to say. Except for the occasional cough or dripping of water from the ceiling hitting the ground.

"You said you'd never seen him sweet on any lady the way he was to me, what does that mean?" Davina asks, breaking the silence.

"The way he touched you," Charlie imitates the way Eliot touched Davina with lovey dovey eyes,"The way he was soft with you." They put their hands on their chest with exaggeration, as if their getting proposed to. "And don't forget about the way he was so concerned for you, with your scar and all that." They spoke. Davina blushed, embarrassed with her scar being brought up but also all those things they just said, it was all fake and some sort of tactic to get her to confess information about the Desmond mafia, Davina was sure of it.

"Yea well, it's all fake. Trying to get me to tell my mafias secrets. I'm not dumb and I will never tell him anything." Davina exclaimed in frustration. Charlie looked at her, trying to read her thoughts.

"Well I think that's a bunch of bullshit. If he wanted something from you, you'd be looking like me. If I were you, I'd jump on him, a cute one he is." Charlie smirked trying to get a rise out of Davina. Davinas cheeks turned red.

"He's not that good looking. He's a horrible person." Davina tried to argue.

"How many poor people has the Desmond's killed, tortured and held hostage?" Charlie inquires. Davina tried to say something back, to defend her people. But nothing. As Davina thought before. The people in these cells wasn't an unfamiliar sight. Back home, they were doing the same thing, to even more people. Davina hasn't murdered anyone... yet anyways, but she knows that her friends and family have, to multiple people. As Davina sat on the ground, she pondered about Eliot and his motives, were they fair or unfair. Darcy had killed his mother, unborn sibling, father and attempted to kill him. After all of that, Eliot had only wanted them to leave the area.

"You seem like a reasonable lady, think hard. Who's the good guys, who's the bad guys." Charlie had interrupted her thoughts. Davina couldn't forget what he did to Nadia though. It made her blood boil, his people shot Lucas as well.

"How long have you been here?" Davina asks, avoiding the topic.

"Let me think.." Charlie starts counting with their fingers. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. "Around 9 weeks." Davinas eyes widened. How could they try and change Davinas mind about the Hartley mafia. About Eliot. When they had done this to them. Davina had no words, so the silence continued again.

"Let's play a game. Do you want to play a game?" Charlie spoke.

"Sure." Davina agreed.

"21 questions, I ask, you answer. You ask, I answer." Davina nodded, seemed simple. "I'll go first. Your favourite animal?" Davina was expecting a more juicy question but this was good enough.

"A lemur." Davina answered.

"Like king Julian?" Charlie laughed. Davina couldn't help but laugh too.

"Yes, like king Julian." Davina smiled. "My turn. If you could be anywhere right now... where would you be?"

Charlie had to pause and think about this. They put their finger to their chin and looked up with question. "I'd have to say, Spain, my great grandma is from there. A beautiful place it is. Only been there once though. Sweet old lady she was, always nagging and complaining though, we were kind of glad when she passed, it was like she hated life and wanted to make it miserable for everyone else around her." Charlie spoke, going off track.

Davina blinked in surprise, she didn't expect the conversation to go like that. She took in the new information as Charlie thought of the next question. They asked questions back and fourth for a while until the sun set and their eyes felt heavy. They drifted off to sleep.