We are villains.

12.

"Where do you all live and how many of you are there?!"

"I'm not telling you a single fuck!" I yell back at the cop infront of me.

An electric baton slams into my stomach and I scream in pain. My hands clenching onto the chair and every muscule in my body crying in agony.

Finally the electric baton is away from me and I begin breathing heavily.

"I'm gonna repeat this one last ti-"

"-So basically that's why I'm tied up, your asses are too scared of me beating them up that you have to tie me, huh?" I say looking up at the person infront of me darkly.

He looks at the other person next to me and nods. Again the electric baton hits me in the stomach, this time slightly harder. Nothing I can't take. I swallow all the pain and when the baton is swung away from me I laugh. The pain is so funny. I laugh for a few seconds and they are looking at me like they're looking at someone who's lost their mind. Maybe I really am losing my mind.

"Not answering my question, then don't expect me to answer yours!" I say playfully in between laughs and then I take in a deep breath before wiping the smile off my face.

He looks at me discusted and slowly he bends forward. He rests his hands by leaning on both of my hands, which are tied to the armchairs, so he's standing there like he's not in my personal space. His face is a few inches away from mine. He's so ugly.

"Do you have any idea how many lives have you taken? Your little group and... And actually you as well? A week ago you've been spotted in a restaurant,commitng a manslaughter infront of innocent people.... There was a report that you've been caught but clearly you weten't and I'm going to investigate what actually happend."he says trying to intimidate me both with his pose and his words.

I frown. Mikey said that they'll take care of the whole restaurant thingie and so maybe they did by clearing my name in some way. They have connections so they made it look like I've been caught. But again I fucked it all up. If no one comes to my rescue I'm fucked for life if I'm not send to a death roll. And I'm beginning to lose hope as it's been already three days since I've been caught.

See, Mikey? I'm not snitching.

I want to say those words to his face right now. Not just to prove him wrong but I also miss him. I want to see him again but I don't know if this is ever going to happen.

No. I need to chin up. Three days is nothing. Maybe they're forming a plan or something. Yeah, definitely.

"Send her back to her cell." The man infront of me says as he backs off.

"Thanks. Your breath was stinking anyways." and imedietly I'm regretting my choice of words when I'm backhanded across the face. For a moment I see stars before my vision clears. His hand graps me by the chin roughly and my face is turned in his direction.

"Careful what you say. Everything can be used against you in the court." he warns me.

I yank my face away from him as I suck the inside of my cheek feeling the metalic taste of blood. Not only did I want to cry now but I also want to punch someone in the face. And this someone is the dumbass infront of me.

"Be careful who you hit. You may lose your fingers one unfortunate night." I say as I watch him intently in the eyes.

He knows what I mean but I'm bluffing for the most part. I doubt that any of my Toman teammates would break into his house and cut off his fingers just because of that. But he doesn't know that so I just enjoy the fear in his eyes.