My Prince Charming

8. The Deal

"You're lying!" I'm not stupid enough to fall for his tricks. "What makes you think I know jack shit about anything? I'm just a pick pocketer."

"This file says otherwise. There have been quite a few disappearances over the last few months. Raymand and Armand Santiago." Shit! I thought Tony's men took care of that. The pictures before me make me want to throw up. That is when everything changed, and I became who I am. "Reginald Murray." My hands clench into fists as I stare at the photo. The hatred I have for what he did to me, there is no love loss for me killing that man. I would do it again in a heartbeat. "I see that one stirs something inside you." 

Glaring at the man who is trying to break me, but I will not let him. Stop staring at me! His eyes are not malicious or trying to intimidate me, I know that for a fact. There is just something there that he is trying to find but will not. The only person who made them crumble watched me be hauled off.

"They won't come for you." I know that. Just because I am a criminal against my own damn will. I'm not fucking stupid! "The longer we keep you here the longer they will think you flipped." No shit!

"You do not have any proof that I'm involved in anything, except the pick pocket."

"You are an accessory if nothing else, but they will not see it that way. If you help us, I will make damn sure to get you out of this. You think that Anthony Ramirez or any of his other lackies are going to fucking help you. They will pin all of it on you." Do you think I don't know that?!

"There is nothing to tell." I'd cross my arms over my chest, but they are chained to the fucking desk.

"I'm trying to help you out kid. You remind me of someone, and I want to help." Yeah, and the last one who did that ended up dead and the time before that and so on. You get the picture.

"I don't need help." Don't shake your head at me! I know how this fucking goes, I'm not stupid. No matter what happens I am truly fucked!

Another photo comes in front of me and my breath hitches. "What about him?" Leave him out of it. He has nothing to do with this! "We do not have a clear picture of him, but I am sure I can find someone that would know something. You seem very cozy."  That's because my tongue was shoved down his throat.

"Leave him out of this!" I growl out. I may not have known the man long, but I know he does not belong in this world.

"You don't care about yourself, but I hit a nerve when it comes to him...interesting." Fuck you!

If I was not chained to this damn table I would strangle you. The door opens and a timid looking guy walks in. "Sorry to interrupt sir. There is someone who is adamant about seeing you right away." With that he walks away. Standing up from the uncomfortable chairs we sit in he slides the photo of Liam and I closer.

"Think about it. I will be back shortly." Staring at the photo my fingers trace his face, what can be seen of it. I felt safe with him like I have never felt before. That man made me feel...normal. I shouldn't have let my guard down, but I did with him. I'm still staring at the photo remembering his laugh, his smile, the way he was so damn charming from the moment he opened his mouth when Adler walks back in with a smug look. This cannot be good at all. "Well, I don't have to go looking for him." What?!

"Leave him the fuck out of this!" Trying to stand up as rage courses through me but I can't get damn far with being handcuffed to the fucking table. Fuck!

"He can be questioned and put in a cell right next to yours." I won't let you do this. He doesn't deserve any of this! "Unless we have a deal."

I hate you! I hate this, all of it. "Fuck, fine! We have a deal if nothing and I mean fucking nothing happens to him." He comes over and unlocks the cuffs from my wrist and I rub them from how sore they are.