The Firm (on hold & getting put through some serious changes)

Chapter 19

I shut the door again and went back toward the cupboards where I knew there had to be something sharp in there. Anything?

Locked. Wow I guess luck isn't working for me today.

I growled and gave up finally walking toward the middle of the room and to the foot of the bed where some clothes lay folded.

I stood for a moment just listening but I didn't sense a presence in here and from what I can tell that Romeo guy is in the lounge or kitchen talking to someone, but their voice were low murmurs as if they knew I'd try to listen in.

I huff and pick up the clothes shaking it out to be sure it wasn't bugged or drugged – you can never be too sure. When I realised the underwear and bra fit perfectly a shiver ran through my body from how creepy it was. Creepy or lucky guess? They were comfortable too so I figured a woman or girl bought these. Who knew women worked here?

Next were just some old sweat pants and a singlet a little big and cleavage showing as if whoever bought these just picked whatever was first and dumped it in the bag.

Oh well, better than a towel or a stinky grotty man's clothes that didn't even fit.

The second I finished changing I dried my hair and went to the bathroom checking out my bruises and wincing as I realised I had a fractured rib or something.

Why notice now? Don't ask me.

I scowl when I realised a bruise of a hand was forming on my cheek and told myself if I ever got in the same room as that Thorns guy I would personally remind him who I was and what he did, and not in a nice way either.

Anyway I decided to leave the towel on a random rack and walked out casually. I mean, where else was there to go? I've made myself noticed. Made myself heard. At least to these men who thought they could tell me what to do.

'But he-' one of the guys in the kitchen stops short as I walk in and the first thing the two guards do is give me a look over. I glare at them and notice Romeo gives them a look, a second later they leave through the main door.

'Didn't think you'd come out,' Romeo says and I'm not sure if it was his voice or the way he looked at me that made me shiver.

He turns and makes himself something, 'drink?' he asks, his back to me.

'I was thinking more of… freedom?'

He chuckles, 'coffee it is.'

I glare at his back and pull up my singlet annoyed before taking in the dinner table I was at and the kitchen bench that separated us. Something shiny glinting and calling me.

'What were you expecting?' I ask, referring to his first sentence starter and staring at his perfect arched back as he worked away on some machine and pressed buttons.

I sit back down on the chair and watch him.

'I thought you'd have a hissy fit or try and come out with a handmade bat or something,' he says with a breath of laughter as he turns again with two cups of steaming hot coffee's in his hands.

'Nah,' I say as he puts a mug in front of me. I don’t touch it.

He sits across of me and holds my gaze, a finger tracing the top of his smoking mug, 'why not? I mean, you did get captured and taken here of all places. Wouldn't you have thought twice before just walking out?' he asks tilting his head a little in such an adorable way. Ew not adorable! Hate him Ade! Hate!

I look away and down at my mug before looking up again, 'nope, why would I? Figured if Sheeran wanted to kill me he'd have done it a long time ago. And anyway, those men are boring to fight,' I shrug pushing wet hair out of my face quickly and behind my hair. I hate wet hair. I'd literally die for a hair tie right now.