"You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love
You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up"
When 20 year old Matilda moved down to London after growing up qu...
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Zayn
Clocking into the office, where I spend the majority of my time, while the others have a day off. I turn on all the lights to see it has been left alone while the others haven't been here. Going to the door that is hidden behind a curtain, I press in the code to find a figure tied to a plastic chair. His head is bent down. making it known that he is still unconscious from the amount of times Niall has knocked him out. Torturing the stupid man because of his harsh actions, I think it's finally time we collect the information we need, information he's lacked to give by every single punch. We have all taken turns to gather information from the man, but we are yet to identify who exactly he is. He's slipped a few times he's associated with a large corporation, but who knows the risks of that said group. Time will tell.
Jayden is not as involved in this shit anymore as he keeps sending us very distinctive signals-our trust for him has been declining by the second. I mean, how does one know about a group that people have never heard of unless they are connected in it? I mean we could have taken him in for interrogation but I feel like it would just be a waste of time, especially when in the last attack we caught one of the members.
"Wake up buttercup" I nudged his foot with mine, (lets just say it was more of a kick) a stir breaking through the seat. I stand tall, my hands by my sides as they're ready to cause a fight. Don't underestimate my ability to hurt a man.
"Ow, you little bitch" the nameless man winces from the action. His head rolled upward to reveal the swollen, bruised eye. I smirk, pleased to hear and see he's hurting.
"Sorry, did that hurt?" I ask sarcastically.
"No shit sherlock" He mutters underneath his breath.
With little patience, I lean forward to be eye to eye. "Talk" I command, earning a laugh from him.
"I'm sorry, but if you think I'm gonna talk then your just as stupid as your other mate that you send in here on a daily" He refers to Niall.
I flatten my lips, pressing my finger on his thigh. It blazes through the wound I gave him before from my handy knife. He hisses, his weak body tensing up from such pain.
"You can either talk," I begin, "or I will literally keep you here until you spill a bit of information about who you work for!" I shout, forcing myself down on him even more. "It's simple, you give it to me in ease...or I can easily punish the information out of you, begging to just kill you." I sneer in his face, making his breathing quicken.
"Okay, but just so you know, your little friend with the brown hair and his girl, are not safe around here" He grinned as he saw my body tense. This whole thing could get a whole lot uglier.
"And why is that?" I ask sitting back on a cabinet that is a few spaces in front of him.
"Because you took me so prepared to be hit by something unexpectedly" He mutters, smiling at me like he's just told me the world.
