Selena

6 | Interrogation

SELENA MONTGOMERY

I follow him up the one flight of stairs and then another flight which is probably the longer than all the stairs we took to get down here. We reach the second floor and walk down a couple long corridors and then end up at a door. 

How many floors are in this fucking place? Hunter had me on a hard ass training routine for the past two months, but I felt really out of shape now. 

"This is your room," Adam says motioning towards the door, while watching me carefully. "The one across the hall is my room so don't try anything." I look across the hall to see a similar door to mine but more masculine looking, if  it's even possible to make a door look more masculine.

After studying for a second I realize it's the same exact door as mine.

Great, now it was like I was back in New York all over again. Someone was always watching my every move and just waiting for me to mess up so I would I guess there is a reason they call it organized crime.

I need to leave or get them to let me go. Like soon.

He opens the door for me and the inside is stunning, like the rest of the house. I look at Adam unimpressed, so leaves the room with a sigh and closes the door so now all I have to do is figure a way out. Or maybe my best bet is to earn their trust so then they let me go somewhere and then I can escape. 

I'll try both.

I walk around the room surveying the place and there isn't your obvious weapons like scissors or any other extremely sharp objects but there is a mirror in the bathroom.

I grab a towel so I can pretend I taking a shower and stroll into the bathroom. I search around for any cameras and thankfully there are none.

I close the door and turn on the shower. I grab the white fluffy towel and wrap it intricately around my fist. After punching the mirror, I carefully pick up several shards of the glass and tuck them into the waistband of my jeans.

I hear a knock at the door and silently hope nobody, especially that sexy mafia boss, did not hear the mirror breaking.

You did not just call him sexy Selena.

I did not.

Remember why you are here Selena.

To be free.

That's right, now focus.

I get back into reality when I hear another knock at the bedroom door, so I turn off the shower and open the door to a young girl with frizzy hair who stumbles in. She looks at me up and down and frowns slightly at the blood on my clothes.

She doesn't say a word to me, instead gets to work fixing all my cuts and bruises. She even gave me a cream for my scars, but of course she didn't tell me what it was so it took me a while to figure it out. She just held out an envelope towards me and I hesitantly take from her. Then, she races out it the room before I can thank her and she takes all her supplies with her.

That was weird.

She looked so young. Maybe only 17 or 18. That's how old I was when I got started in this world. but organized crime felt a little more legit. My business was more fun.

Not the mafia business. The business of killing people.

I open the envelope after I'm sure the girl is gone to see that it is a note from Mr.Mafia.

One of my men will come pick you up.

You have half an hour.