𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

twelve

When I wake up in the morning, the first thoughts to cloud my mind is Marcelo, and the amazing things he can do with his tongue, but directly after that, I remember how he just up and left after.

He didn't try to fuck me, he didn't please himself whatsoever. That's something I'm NOT used to.

I hear my name reverberate off the walls and it nearly makes me fly out of the bed.

Laced with confusion I look around the room with my eyes squinted and eyebrows furrowed. I suddenly notice the large blinking red light in the upper left corner of my room and realized this mother fucker is calling out to me through the camera. The camera.

"You realize that's super fucking creepy right?" I make eye contact with the lens.

"Come to my office, I need to speak with you." His gruff voice sounds almost robotic through the camera.

"You know you could've just knocked on my door like a normal human being." I leave the comfort of my bed to slide on something presentable.

"I'm not in a mood to deal with the antics this morning, Marie." He sounds bored.

I flip off the camera and when I hear nothing back, I know he's done talking with me, well for now.

I finish sliding on my top as I leave the comfort of my room to head down to Marcelo's office — pouty and annoyed.

"You called?" I slide through the door without knocking and obviously startle him, since he drops the envelope that was in his hand.

"You don't know how to knock?" He says in his usual gruff, grouchy tone.

Well neither do you, it seems you skip that part and go straight to stalking. I keep the smart ass response to myself.

"You knew I was coming." I say instead, with a shrug.

I slip down into the single chair in front of his desk and feel like I'm in college about to talk to my profesor.

"Well?" I say after a minute of silence, "What do you want?"

His eyes move upwards but his face stays angled down towards his paper work, "Well since it was your awesome idea to kidnap Marina instead of going with my plan, I figured you could come up with the solution to your problem."

I raise my eyebrows in amusement, "MY problem?!" He stares at me blankly, "It was my idea, it's your problem."

"Well your idea led to said problem, so how about a solution." He persists.

This leads me to let out a very over dramatic groan before even attempting to reply.

"It's simple. We let her go." I shrug.

"Let her go..." He repeats slowly, "Are you insane?"

"I'm not finished." I say glaring, "We get dirt on her beforehand, that way we can use good ole blackmail to keep her mouth shut."

"That's.. No." He replies after a few seconds of what looked like contemplation.

"Okay." I shrug and get up from my chair, "You figure it out then."

In a matter of seconds my wrist is caught inside his strong hand and I'm halted in my steps towards the door.

"Okay. Fine. We'll do your thing, but I'm sending you in."

"Why me?" I say like an annoyed bratty teenager, while turning around to face him.

"She seems to have taken to you." He replies.