Secrets & Lies

Sorry To Your Cojones|59

(Nyla's POV)

12 hours after the kidnapping.

I groaned softly as I peeled my eyes open. Out of habit, I went to rub my eyes, but I was restricted. That's when it all came back to me. I was a kidnap victim. Never thought I'd say that. My hands were raised above my head and tied to what I assumed was the headboard of a bed. Unfortunately, it was dark wherever I was. My head was spinning as I desperately tried to pull my hands free.

When I heard footsteps from outside of the room I stopped all movements. It was useless trying to escape my restraints anyway. I wasn't the fricking green arrow it's not like I could dislocate my thumbs and fight my way out of this. However, I wasn't going to go down without a fight.

The door opened slowly letting in a bit of light from the hallway. I did my best to push myself up into a sitting position as whoever had entered flicked on the lights. My frown deepened when my eyes landed on Ambrose or Giovanni or whatever the hell he went by. But after seeing the small and darkening bruise on his chin where I'd hit him earlier made me smirk a bit.

"How are you feeling?" He asked. "Like a goddamn hostage." I huffed.

He frowned and took a step towards me causing me to pull my legs closer to my chest as if it would somehow protect me from whatever he planned to do. He stopped upon seeing this and held up a set of keys. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't hit me again or try to run away."

I held back my sarcastic comments and sat still as he took off the cuffs. "Why did you do that?" I asked as I rubbed my wrist. "You're not an animal."

He turned away and quickly shut the door before coming back and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I didn't want it to come to this. I never wanted you to get involved."

"I hope you don't expect me to believe you. You're a liar and a murderer." I spat. "A liar sure, a murderer no. I never killed anyone. I find people and make them disappear. I've never had to kill anyone to do that." He sighed.

"Whatever," I grumbled. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll be back to check on you in few. Maybe I can explain this all to you."

As he walked toward the door it occurred to me that my best friend was probably still in surgery or in recovery or in the worst case dead. "Are you at least going to feed me, you prick!"

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Every so often Ambrose would return with food. I never ate any of it without having him eat some of whatever it was first. He let me watch Netflix and I was allowed to use the bathroom every 4 hours.

I'd used the bathroom 4 times now, so it had been about 16 hours since I woke up which meant I had been here for a little over 24 hours. A whole day has gone in this shithole. The last time he came in Here he tried to explain himself. Tell me he didn't want to do this and that no one would hurt me. I'd almost believed him. But when it was time for my 5th bathroom break, she came into my room instead.

"On your feet." She demanded. I glared at her and stood up slowly. "Let's go, Ambrose suggested that we allow you to come out of this room. He doesn't want you to feel like a prisoner for some reason." She scoffed.

"Maybe because he has a sense of humanity."

"Whatever." She said as she put zip ties onto my wrists. "Why did you take me?" I asked.

I didn't trust either of them but Julia had no problem expressing how she felt and what her plans were. Ambrose just tried to smooth talk me so I wouldn't be mad at him. "Well, I'll tell you it had nothing to do with you."