My Genius Mate

Chapter Seventeen

I fixed my position in the metal chair, as I was finally able to use my body again. The cement room my kidnappers had me in was gross and smelled like death. It had a weird green hue from mold, mildew, and scratch marks on the walls. Everything was concrete except the large metal door that entered the room and the mirror in front of me. It was a strange, very old interrogation room. They had my hands tied behind my back with very scratchy rope and a heavy iron chain around my ankle, connecting to the wall behind me.

Ever since I got feeling back in my hands and feet, I've been trying to get out of the restraints, but they were tight and locked. My ankle felt bruised from trying so much and moving around the rusted metal. I was bored out of my mind, and my head was going crazy, anticipating where I was and what would happen next. I had been in here so long I wondered if it was the next day.

As I was deep in thought, my door made a loud clunking from someone unlocking it, and it opened with a long creaking noise. A cute little old lady appears with a tray of food. "Here you go, my dear. Meal time."

"Where am I?"

Behind her, a larger and much scarier guy stepped into my room. He was huge, resembling a mountain. He was tall and buff enough that he had bulging neck muscles and a scar across his chin, making it darker on his pale skin. His dirty blonde hair was shaggy and messy as it hung in his hazel eyes. He crossed his tattooed arms in the doorframe. "Don't talk to her."

"Okay, then you tell me."

"No." His voice was deep and carried well as it boomed in the small room.

"No, because I'm not allowed to know, or even you don't know?"

"Shut the fuck up." He was getting annoyed.

"Hey now, watch the language. Let her hands go so she can eat, will ya?"

The little lady put my food in front of my feet and smiled proudly before leaving. "I'll be back tomorrow!"

That means I'm only getting one meal a day. Fantastic. The mountain of a man walked behind me to untie me as the light turned on in the room on the other side of the mirror. Christa was smiling on the other side. I groaned at the sight of her.

"Hello, Ali, I figured I could have a little chat with you while you eat so I can explain what's going on here." She smiled devilishly. She had gone downhill since I saw her.

Her red hair was no longer curled and looking nice like usual; instead, it was in a messy bun. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, with her eyes sunken and her face a lot more bony than I remember. However, she had no curves, so it was hard to tell. Once my hands were free, I rubbed my raw wrist and lifted the tray of fruits and sandwich tray into my lap. "Alright, you have my attention."

"Good, well, let's start from where we picked up, shall we?"

"We shall!" I smiled at her with a mouth full of sandwich.

She looked disgusted at me before returning to a super creepy smile. "Well, after I was arrested and put into custody, my cell was right next to a guy who was being released later that day. Luckily for me, he worked in the pack house himself. He was grumbling about needing something better in his life, how this wasn't what he wanted. So, I made him a deal. If he could kill you, take you out of the picture, I might be able to convince Ronan it was all one big misunderstanding and be back where I belonged. He asked me how he needed to do it, and I said I didn't care. He asked if he could have fun with you while he did so. I told him I didn't care! Little did I know. You had been working with big bad Dawson himself.

"Around the same time he attacked you, my people showed up at the jailhouse and busted me out, killing the guards placed in charge there. They were really super unprepared for something like that. It was almost too easy and pretty pathetic. Anyway, my guys didn't struggle to get me out, that was for sure. They brought me back here. Where is here, you might be wondering?" She paused for effect as I finished my meal. The tray was taken away from me, and my hands tied back behind my wrist. I struggled, but he was quick to tie it and be more assertive towards me. He looked at me with a hatred I didn't understand.