Getting Caught Undercover

Chapter Twenty-Three

•Clover's POV•

I poked my head out the door to check if it was clear. When I saw no one was there I closed it again."Is it clear?" Riley asked sitting patiently on the chair as Keith stitched up her wound with some string and a needle lying around.

I nodded," No one was in sight."

"This is stressing me out," Claire mumbled quietly to herself as she placed her hand on her stomach.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. Surprisingly, she was the cleanest out if all of us with only a few drops of blood on her dress compared to the rest of us. Riley was almost soaked in her own blood, while I had blood in my hair and a blood all over my leggings and splats on my sports bra all because of that video they made to get their attention.

I thought back to only a few hours ago.

My body was tied up in a chair, my once tied up hair was now in my face, the hair tie completely gone.

"Clover, you're awake. That's great!" Jesse said clapping his hands together twice. He leaned down so his face was leveled with mine.

"How ya doin', baby?" He questioned with fake concern.

I spit in his face in response, his hand grabbed onto my hair immediately pulling."I won't put up with your fucking attitude, so don't try any stupid shit like that again." He hissed in my face causing hit own spit to sputter on my own complexion.

"Sorry, sir. Would you like a silk towel to wipe your face? Or do you prefer cotton?" His hand slammed against my left cheek, the impact caused my head to turn to the side.

"Fuckin' bitch." He muttered, turning his back from me. I was slightly glad when he turned because I couldn't stop from the few tears from escaping my eyes.

Don't show weakness. Stay strong.

"What are you waiting for?" I snapped causing him to turn back around, sliding his phone in his pocket.

"What?"

"What are you waiting for?" I repeated sharply."You have me, so just kill me."

"Kill you? Right, that was the plan, wasn't it?" He said turning his head to the side, causing his unshaven chin to stick out more.

"You see, sweetheart, there was a change of plans. We'll get a good amount of money from your family and then we'll make an agreement.m with them. We won't kill you or your pretty little face. Now, Riley, has another thing coming." He said pulling out a pistol from his holster.

"Riley?" I asked with a questioning tone.

"She has dropped me into the pit of hell and watched as the flames engulfed me, stripping every bit of my pride off of me."

"How deep," I said sarcastically before rolling my eyes. "And what about Claire? You're in love with her, yet she doesn't feel anything for you because of all this shit that you do." I snapped. I was surprised by my own language since swearing wasn't a usually think when you're constantly around two seven-year-olds.

"You don't understand my relationship with Claire." He snapped as he took out a liter and cigar. He placed the tobacco between his lips and lit it up.

"There is no relationship to understand, buddy."

"We were friends, good friends and Caiden ruined it all. She was supposed to be my savior from all of this. I wasn't going to go back to the gang life. I was going to start over - hell, I did start over." He said after he pulled the stick of tobacco out of his mouth.