Captive

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"Girls fight much dirtier than boys." — Alison Dilaurentis.

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Demi

"This will not be the last time you have seen me." I say, patting Pablo's shoulder as I smiled at him, his face pale with fear.

"Okay, let's go home." I turn around, walking back to Wilmer and Octavia. "Let's get there before morning, alright? No more distractions or stops." I tell them and Wilmer opens the passenger door for me, I slide in and he closes the door behind me.

Carlos turns on the car and starts to drive after Wilmer and Octavia got in.

The drive to the airport was quiet, and I was about to fall asleep if it wasn't for my phone starting to ring. Cursing at it in Spanish, I look at my screen to see an unknown number. "Do any of you know who's number is this?" I asked, holding up my phone so that they can see. My men shake their heads and I look at Octavia, she shrugs at me.

Sighing, I accepted the phone call, lifting my phone to my ear. "Bueno, si eres un estupido que quieres jugar conmigo te tiro un—" I was cut off, about to go off on the person in Spanish.

"One of your men laid their hands on my daughter," A woman's voice says from the other line, and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Who's this?" I asked, glancing over at Carlos as he looks over at me from the road before turning back to the road.

"I don't have to tell you who I am. All I know is that one of your men knocked my daughter out in an alley, and I don't like that." The woman says.

I laugh. "Well, she was being annoying. But your daughter is a pretty girl, if it weren't for Octavia, then I would've gladly took her with me." I said, glancing in the rear view mirror at Octavia, who only narrows her eyes at me.

"You promised you wouldn't go after Bailey—" Octavia says, sitting up in her seat, I hold up my hand at her.

"You're fucking delusional." She says, anger full in her voice. "Selling young girls as sex trafficking? That's low and so full of bullshit. I also know that you're on your way to Mexico, you're still in Costa Rica. It's ironic that I'm here too,"

"Are you saying that you want to meet me?" I asked her.

"And beat your ass for touching my daughter."

"Okay," I lick my lips, smiling at the challenge. "Where are you?"

"In the car behind you." I sat up, turning around in my seat to look at the car behind us. The lights flashed twice at me, and I narrowed my eyes.

"Stop the car." I said, and hung up. I put down my phone and Carlos throws me a confused look.

"Why?" He asks me.

"Fucking do it." I tell him and he pulls over to the side of the road. Opening my door, I look at back to them only to see their confused looks. "And stay in the car, this will be quick." I slammed my door shut.

Walking over to the car, I watch as the woman I was conversing over the phone pulls over to a stop behind our car and she leaves the lights on, the door opens and she steps out before closing the door. The woman walks over to me, and once we saw each other in the light, I had to do keep my jaw from dropping.

She looks exactly like me.

"Woah." The other woman breathes, her eyes widening with shock as she takes a step back.