MOST WANTED {E.D} (Under Editing)

chapter 3

Bell's PØV

Btw that me it's not my best picture and my hair is not blonde...it's FREAKING LIGHT BROWN

Everything around was black dark , I couldn't see anything but I could hear people talking. I hear mostly male and. ......wait one female.

I heard them walk towards me , they ripped the bag off my head. I was blinded by a bright light in my face . I was tied to a chair.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked "I'll tell you what's going on -" the guy from the club said and nuckle punched me in face.

My head flipped to the back, I felt the blood spilling from my nose and my mouth, "hahaha hahaha, is that all got?" I insanely laughed. He punched me again, I pulled my head back.

More blood spilled from my nose and mouth, I smiled mischievously "you hit like a little bitch". He was going to hit again but then "that's enough" a voice walks in.

An old man walks in with probably million dollar suit. "But she wa-" "I heard enough from you Carlos" the old man say lifting his hand.

The old man walks towards his desk where his whisky was. I stared at him in pure confusion. " Do you know who I am?" The old man asked, " I don't know was I supposed to" I said sarcastically.

"Ya know you talk exactly like him" he said pointing at me with his glass of whisky in his hand. "Doesn't she, hahaha" he starts laughing so does the rest of his men. He offered me a glass "no thanks"

"My name is Eric Sancheize and I would like to know where is my son?" He asked leaning on his large desk looking me in the eye. "Your son....oh yeah you mean Mark*laughing*" I laughed and some of Erics men laughed and quite down.

"I killed him , put a bullet right in between his blue eyes and I took the money too" I smiled evily "Mr Sanch-" "shush" Eric cut Carlos off.

He walked away from his desk and took a big sip of his whisky with old people shock. He poured himself another whisky.

"My dear I'm not worried about the money but my son !" He emphasises.
He had disappointment on his face. "You know, Mark was never a smart kid but he WAS my SON and you took him AWAY FROM ME" Eric scolds in my face.

"Firstly OLD MAN get a freaking breathe mint, smells like something crawled in your mouth and died there and second it's not my fault your son is dumb" I stated.

"Well, if this is how it's going to be then let it be.....Carlos, Mike, Jeffrey......you know what to do" Eric said leaving the room.

"I'm going to enjoy this" Carlos said coming closer with the rest. "Now wait hold on here can't we work something out here" I asked to stall me some time to loosen the rope.

"Nope I've wanted to this since the day you killed Mark" Carlos said cracking his nuckle. I was almost out of the rope...just a little bit more.

(Snap)

Yes

"Ya know I'm going to make you pay for giving me a bloody nose and busted lip" I threaten him " and how are you going to do that if you are tied to a chair" he mocked.

"Speaking of that you guys tie a horrible knot" I said pulling my hand in front of me , they stood there in shock.

"Well what are you waiting for get her" Carlos yelled at the other two.
Mike I believe was his name charged at me. I moved quickly and threw the chair at him causing the chair to break and made mike unconscious.

Jeffrey ran towards I grabbed the whisky bottle behind me, I smashed the bottle in his face. "Aaauggghh" he groaned. I gave the left and right hook and snapped his arm.