Victoria Navitski's already messed up life turned sideways after the death of a close family member. Now, not only does she need to protect herself from the attacks of revenge seekers, but gang members too.
She enters the world of drugs, revenge se...
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"Bad Girls Have Bad Secrets."
The Thirteenth Secret — The Blakeson's.
My eyes groggily fluttered open to the sounds of birds tweeting different tones. I groaned in pain as my senses kicked in, the remnants of a dream fleeing my mind as reality came gushing forth. Eyes widening, I shot up into a sitting position, taking in my state. My wrists had been restrained behind my back, ankles crossed and bound with thick rope and tape sealed my lips shut. The thudding of my heart increased when I took in my surroundings; a small room, completely made of wood with the smallest of windows to one side, allowing dull beams of the early winter's sunlight to filter through.
In the opposite corner, a woman lie bound as I was, her blonde hair sprawled out, shielding her face from my view, yet I knew, without a doubt, she was my mother.
My palms were sweating despite the shivering of my limbs from the cold, heart thudding as I twisted frantically, trying to wriggle my wrists free, but it was to no avail. The joints of my knees popped as I straightened them, trying to free my ankles from the restraint. Finally giving up, I leaned against the wooden wall and breathed deeply through my nose.
Stay calm. Think.
Who would kidnap us— why? Question after question raced through my mind before my mother came to, groaning as she lifted herself up. Her breath hitched the moment she saw me, she yelled against the tape, eyes widened with terror. It took her a few moments to settle down from her state of panic, finally becoming still and eyeing our surroundings through teary eyes.
It was then that slow footsteps coming closer snapped our attentions towards the door, seconds before it was unbolted and carefully opened. A stream of day light poured into the room, blinding me with its brightness.
A tall man, buff and built with a cunning glint in his eye stepped through, having to bend his head to enter. He was scruffy cheeked and greasy fingered- as though he were a mechanic. "Mornin' sleeping beauties," he called, smirking mockingly, "oh don't be so grim! Smile a lil', y'all have nothing to fear— we won't kill you so long as our dearest Emperor pays up." As he spoke, he advanced towards my mother, crouching before her to tug on her restraints, ensuring they were tight.
"Relax," he drawled, "think of this as some quality time for much needed napping- y'all ladies look exhausted as fuck," he laughed as though he was funny and knelt besides me, tugging the rope around my ankles, before he returned to the door. "If y'all be good, I'll be back soon to remove the tape."
