Mr. De Santis

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Harley's POV:

I groan as I slowly start to regain consciousness, my head throbbing even worse than before. my eyes open slowly blinking a few times trying to get rid of the blurry vision before lifting my head to gain any where about of where I am.

I look around the dim lit room, this time I'm sitting upright in a wooden chair, my eyes scan every nook and cranny of the cemented prison. I tug on the rope that's bonding my hands together on each side on the chair arm rests, my legs tied to the legs of the chair with more rope.

the ropes aren't tied extremely well but well enough that I can't just tug on them and they will break.

he's not coming to save you. save yourself.

I immediately start searching the room once again with that thought, trying to find a way to defend myself when they come down for me, because I know it'll be soon.

My jacket is gone, leaving me in nothing but the think material of the slip dress I threw on, its so cold down here that my nipples are standing out through the thin fabric. I curse to myself. not only am I gonna have to try and get myself out of here without alarming too many people I now have to also deal with the thousand sexual remarks I'm gonna get when someone comes down here.

"fuck" I curse under my breath and lean back in my chair when I hear echos of voices slowly starting to get louder as I guess they head towards me.

the door opens slowly with a loud creak, it is help open by someone I'm guessing is low rank and a security guard which means later I can try and get him to do what I want, let me out. it'll be easy when I'm dressed like this and I give him the attention he's craving from being bottom rank it'll be easy to make him think he's special.

One, two, three, four...

immediately recognize the traitor as he walks up to me and joins the men in a semi-circle around me, him being closest to the middle. the door hangs open a little while longer as I study each man that entered the room.

more footsteps.

five.

five men enter the room and gather around me like I'm a special prize they can't wait to get their hands on. all large and terrifying to any girl sitting in a silky dress tied up to a chair in the centre of them all.

"Surely, this isn't all for me, is it?" I speak up in front of five big men despite being handcuffed to a chair. I make an effort to look anything but terrified and intimidated while leaning back with my head cocked. I tilt my head in one direction. "I must admit that this is working wonders for my ego."

"Shut up and tell us where Alessandro is," One of the males starts to speak, and I can see his thick accent is going to give me considerably more trouble. fucking Russians.

I raise an unimpressed brow back at him. "You're not the smartest of the lot, Megamind, are you?"

Listen I know I'm just making the situation worse for myself but god damn I'm not just gonna sit here and take their shit. ill fight back until there is nothing in me left. plus sometimes the more you talk back and don't co-operate most of the time they'll get mad and hopefully slip up in some way or another.

especially men, a mans masculinity is a fragile thing.

"I can either shut up or talk. its one or the other. not both." I explain slowly like one would speaking to a child. I mean they are the same, men and children I mean. "imbecile" I mutter under my breath.

silence lingers and the men glance between each other, my lips twitch and I try to be as intimadating and unfazed as possible.

The familiar voice I know too well speaks, the only one without the Russian accent. the rat. "We want Alessandro aswell. Where is he?" Matteo speaks almost like he's still trying to convince himself he's the one with the upper hand here and not me. wrong.