The Handsome Devil

Chapter 46 - Who are you?

Deya woke up blindfolded and bounded on a cold concrete floor after hours of slipping in and out of consciousness, undoubtedly an aftermath of the drug in her system.

What even was that?

Her senses were clouded by an overwhelming feeling of disorientation as she attempted to recall the events that led her here.

The flat...

The letters...

Hunter...

Last thing she could recall was being in his embrace and the distinctive sensation of getting stabbed by a needle.

But why?

She struggled to accept he would betray her like that. Was it a punishment for hurting his feelings?

That would also mean the apology was just to manipulate her right where he wanted.

But where exactly is that?

She focused on listening to her surroundings, but there was little to go by except occasional slithery sound alerting her of someone else's presence.

Did he sell me out to Max?

Shivers ran down her spine at the thought. It was possible the Bulldogs had an estate she wasn't aware of, but her gut told her the devil would have already made a dramatic appearance.

Who else then?

As she searched her memory for other suspects, Hunter's words from their fight resurfaced.

'You know what? I'm starting to regret not taking you to the Kings'

Every muscle in her body tensed.

Is this where I am? Did he bring me to his gang as some sort of prize?

It became hard not to jump to conclusions given all the evidence. But what happens from now on?

If the rest of what Hunter told her was true, the Kings want her as a leverage over the Bulldogs. Which means that even if it wasn't Max who kidnapped her, she's bound to be delivered to his hands nonetheless, and that can't happen.

As soon as an opportunity presents itself, she has to escape. Even if it meant sacrificing her own soul, she'll get to her father.

No way I'll disappoint him again. Not when he's...

The painful thought was cut short by the squeak of door being opened and closed.

There were few words exchanged in murmur before she heard the two pairs of feet shift closer. There were two men whose voices she never heard before, but based on the surreal conversation that unveiled between them during what felt like an eternity (but was more likely an hour or two), she decided to nickname them the dumb and dumber.

"You reckon we should wake 'er up?" Dumb finally inquired and she could stand it no more.

"I reckon it's too late for that" Her eerily calm words were followed by momentary silence, and she pictured them shooting one another a startled look.

"Erm... should we get the boss?" Dumber whispered to his colleague and the girl nearly chuckled at his level of uncertainty.

"I wanna talk to Hunter" He might be the only one who can shed a light on what's going on. And to be completely honest, Victoria longed to give his traitorous face a piece of her minds.

At that point, however, Dumb seemed to waken up and realise his role in this scenario.

"Shut up!" He tried (and failed) to sound authoritatively. "You're in no place to make demands here"