Tainted

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 - Dans POV

As I opened my eyes, my whole body was throbbing. I looked to my right and Romero sat on the floor, like me, but with his head hung forward. Probably still unconscious.

My hands were restrained above my head by two metal chains that were secured in the brick wall I was leant against. My feet were chained as well but to the floor. Although, they were long enough so I could move my legs. Nice to know whoever did this had some generosity. And I was pretty sure I knew who had.

I mean, as much as I hated Romero for taking Maisie, my best friend, away from me, we were both trapped together in this dungeon or whatever it was, and when he woke up we would have to make a plan of action. It was our only chance of making it out alive.

Although, the one thing I couldn't figure out is why Lanianos would bound his own son in a prison cell, after having him kidnapped. It just didn't make sense.

Maisie's POV

The sun was hot on my skin as I stood up slowly, a strong throbbing pain rushing through my head the straighter I stood. I looked around, my eyes now starting to get into focus. I could see the fairground, now looking dull and empty in the morning light. My memory slowly began to come back as I made my way out of the fairground. I was still so confused as to how no one at MI6 had ever discovered Chelsea's true motive, her real reason for being at the agency. My world had been turned upside down once again, but this time I wasn't sure if I could trust anyone.

I looked down at my now ruined outfit. I had another motive to kill Maisie now; she made me cover my favourite skinny jeans in grass and mud and torn one of my nicest tops. She was really pushing it now.

I rummaged for my key in my dirty bag and found them right at the bottom. As I pulled them out, I noticed my hands were dirty and dry. Whether it was blood or mud or both that was covering them, I didn't really want to know.

I stepped into my apartment and shut the door behind me, sighing before walking in further. Everything was deadly silent, except for my footsteps against the wooden floor. I put my keys onto the breakfast bar and turned around, only to lay eyes upon the face I had never wanted to see again.