𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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Missy slides the robe on, not bothering to close it since she was the only present in the room, and walks towards the tall windows that cover one wall in the current room she was being held in. Even though she was forced here, the room wasn't bad at all. The only thing she would have to complain about is no form of entertainment. Even the most luxurious rooms can drive anyone crazy if they stay long enough.
Nonetheless, the skylines of the city were breathtaking. The sight alone made Missy feel as if she was flying above them, grazing the tips of each building. The sun's large bright red-orange glow slowly disappears behind the buildings in the distance. It reminded her of her childhood with Jefferson. They used to watch the sunset in the park all the time, but seeing the sun this close really helped her admire the sun's beauty a lot more.
Even with a sunset as beautiful as this one, Missy knew at that moment she wouldn't be in the room for much longer. The day was coming to an end, which means her time in solitary confinement will also end.
Spending almost the entire day looking at the magazines with Sin's face on them, making it easy for her to dislike him. From what happened to her in that freezer-like room, she knew what kind of man she was dealing with. Judging by her first interaction with him, he seemed like a smooth talking, troubled rich guy who had everything given to him as a kid without a question or challenge.
That bothers her.
It almost annoys her that he could walk around in the spotlight while still being this scary drug dealer, or, perhaps he could be a big mafia man with secrets about his 'family' that no one knows about; She had all sorts of crazy identities Sin could fit into. Sure, her assumptions could be off, but she knows that he had to be one of many things she was thinking of.
Missy tosses the magazine on the loveseat next to the vanity table and walks to the bathroom to check to see if her swelling from the punch went down. As much force that man put into that punch, he didn't punch hard enough. The swelling was nearly gone, and she was grateful that it did, her face is too pretty to be all messed up. She pulled open the silky robe to look over her bruised rib, it didn't look too bad, but it was still a bit painful to touch.
All she really wanted was to leave the room already. The girl had been cooped up in the room for hours now with no change of clothes, wearing underwear a size smaller than what she normally wears. Missy walks to the doors and knocks on them to get the men standing outside attention. After a minute of no answer, she brought her hand up and knocked harder, hoping that whoever was standing outside would be kind and open the door. When a few seconds pass, after the second knock, the door swings open revealing a man dressed in a similar suit her attackers wore.
The man's eyes instantly roam Missy's body, not hiding that he was looking, just standing there staring at her. She laughs in disbelief and opens her robe further, resting her hands on her hips, hoping he acknowledges that she's aware of him staring at her.
