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♫ GASOLINE - Halsey.
• Nadia's POV •
My eyes flicker open, squinting as the white lights of our living quarters blind me. Still half asleep, I let out a small moan, feeling the full effects of my fight with the Winter Soldier pulsate through my body.
I shift slightly, pulling myself upright and groan, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain in my ribs. Already being able to tell that one is fractured.
The sound of someone intentionally clearing their throat grabs my attention.
My eyes open wide and I scan the room, quickly realising that I'm the only one here and all the other girls are already up and gone.
My cold mattress on the floor is surrounded by Stefano's men, pointing the barrels of their guns to my head.
"Morning Angel" Stefano sits centred on a chair, legs crossed and towering over me.
He knows.
"What's going on?" I demand, playing coy and pressing my hand to my left side to subside the pain.
With my slightest movement the men all steady their triggers. I jolt back and Stefano let's out a deep sigh.
"You should know by now that we have no secrets here, Nadia" he says calmly and stands from the chair, un-buttoning his blazer and kneeling down to my level.
He has never used my real name before so the fact that he just has scares me.
"Now, are you going to be a good girl and tell me who that was last night?" He leans in closer. "Or does this have to get ugly?"
I freeze.
How does he know?
I left no trail.
I was so careful.
Are my heroes okay?
Are my friends okay?
I look down, stuck as to how I'm going to get myself out of this one.
My pause has angered him as he lands a hard slap to my face.
The shock and force of his impact sends me crashing back onto the mattress and I press both hands to my cheek, glancing up at him with moisture welling up in my eyes.
