𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

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I glared at Clay who had been standing cross-armed at the metal-like door. One of his men on my right checked the secureness of the chains attached to my wrists and hung at the ceiling. I barely stand flat-footed while Griffin grinned.

"Tell us who you work for, Valentina," Clay strode over and spoke as if it were a question, as if it were something he already knows.

"I'm not telling you shit." I sneered. I heard a scoff erupt from Griffin whilst Clay's two other men in the room stood at the door. I tugged lightly on the chains and clenched my jaw when they hadn't moved. The process of getting me in these weren't catastrophic, but it wasn't easy either.

Clay hummed, "That's too bad, sweetheart, you have to. You don't have a choice."

"Oh, I don't have choice?" I chuckled, "How don't I have a choice, Mr. Romero?"

He stepped closer and his breath fanned onto my face, "Because we aren't letting you out until you talk," he turned his body and began to circle me. "Who's the he that you've been talking about?"

I didn't respond and met eyes with Griffin, who stood with his arms crossed and a glare in his eyes. I smirked at him only to egg him on, which seemed to work when he clenched his jaw and walked over. "Talk, bitch."

"Say that again," I grinned and licked my lower lip before biting it when he got merely inches away.

"Who do you work for?" Griffin asked.

"I don't work for anyone." He chuckled at my response.

"Everyone works for someone, sweetheart." He grinned down at me and slightly tilted his head.

"I work for myself, asshole." I leaned up to cause the chains to pull my arms back a bit, the cuffs rough around my wrists. Griffin stood his ground and didn't move whilst I spotted Clay stood a few feet to his left in the corner of my eye. "I don't work for anybody, and I'm certainly not going to start working for you."

"Tell us who you're after then," Griffin reasoned. I slowly shook my head with the corner of my mouth slightly lifted. His breath gently fanned onto my lips, "The longer you keep your mouth shut, the longer you're going to be kept here, and we don't plan on feeding you. We already know you're apart what we are, Valentina. You're already tied up and unable to get out, might as well tell us everything."

"Actually, it's chained." A smaller voice spoke up from the door.

Griffin let out a frustrated sigh. "What?"

"You said she's tied up, but really it'd be chained. Because if it were tied she would be tied with ropes, but since it's not ropes—"

"Shut the fuck up, Simon." Griffin didn't move, he kept his eyes on mine while speaking, as if he were to look away he'd lose a bet. The room went silent after he spoke and I grinned at the memory of the younger-looking man who had told me his name while Griffin kept me restrained.