Not For Good Girls

Freedom comes a long way

When you're woken up early in the morning to get ready and then stood up for an hour, you start to get this feeling of hostility towards the person. I thought of going back to sleep as I waited less patient by the second. It was really unprofessional to have me waiting for an hour already. One of Marcus trained monkeys stood besides me and pulled the suitcase from underneath me. I gasp for the abruptness of it all.

"What the hell?!" I shouted. Of course she acted like she was deaf and perhaps she was but she had no right to do that to me. She walked away carrying both my suitcases as I stare bluntly at the tile floor.

"It would be wiser to fallow me before others come and treat you less kindly. Ashton is waiting" she spat. Why does everyone that works for Marcus have such a bad attitude towards people. Were they taught to be anti social? or is it just them? We took a left and there it was Marcus office like I remember it. The door decoration hasn't change. IT still has that silly drawing that his daughter had drawn for him, that was before she died. Remember how I said he had only one son? I wasn't lying. It was his only son because other daughter had died. According to my uncle she died due to a car crash. I entered behind her, hoping that Marcus didn't call me to drink tea or something equally as bad.

"Loose the suitcases" Ashton order. Ashton ladies and gentlemen as I found out last night was was the guy responsible of capturing me.

"Good morning to you too. Does anyone know what time we are leaving?" I noticed someone sitting in Marcus desk. Ashton was to my left in the mini bar with a glass of wine in his hands.

"Have you ever been in the real world Justin! She won't survive with that a day where we are going. Why does she need the platinum card, the skirt, dresses?"Ashton argued with the guy in Marcus sit. Honestly if it was me I wouldn't even bother asking.

"She needs all I put in the suitcase" Justin try reasoning.

"Yea she needs it to get us caught. All the metal was going to trigger the alarm as we passed the suitcases through the metal detectors or did that not occur to you? The clothes looked like a teenager choose it. She's supposed to be twenty one and a reporter not looking like she fresh out of a prostitute's corner. The cameras were unnecessary as well"Ashton kept ranting.

"You know Marcus has too much interest in this girl to get her lost or even caught. If-"

"It will interest you to know Sophia is here"Ashton said before he kept going. Good. At least someone noticed me.

"If? I know I'm important no need to keep saying it. Justin, is it? It will also interest you know that it's creepy when a guy knows a girl and the girl has no idea you existed." I walked towards Ashton and took the drink from him. "You see it's only right for a girl to creep on guy not vise-versa." I drank the rest of his drink and winked at him.

"You know you're not important for your skills. In fact you are more clumsy than our amateurs" Justin said. Good the guy has a brain of his own. Lately around this parts few people have that.

"Finally someone with their own brain and has guts to speak for themselves. It must be interesting to not be at Marcus feet all the time." I walked towards the desk and lean closer to him. "Are you the computer geek that's going to babysit me?" I asked seductively as I walked over to him. I position myself in his lap and waited for any reaction. He swallowed before he answered.

"No. I'm the cool babysitter" he replied. His voice sounded a bit strained but that was the whole purpose.

"One, you're the worst liar. To be cool you have to believe it. Two, you could want me but let's be honest not even in your wildest dreams you'll have me. Three, stop drooling. Marcus will probably be here any second." He stare at me in surprise. I got off his lap before he decided to take revenge or something. Ashton gave me a disapproving frown.

"How do you know his-"

"I've been here before. Things never change."

"I couldn't agree more Sophia. Talking about never changing, the fact that you still don't know your last name hasn't. Or has it?" Marcus asked. He was standing in the doorframe awaiting an answer.

"Pitty right. The bright side of that is that I don't care to find it. The sad part for you is that you just wasted a perfectly good use of words on something that has no importance."

"Seems that it's something we both share in common." From the corner of my eye I saw Justin quickly getting up from the sit and walking over to the mini bar with Ashton. Both with sore expressions on their faces. Pitty I was looking forward to a trio reunion.

"You were never one to go straight to the point. Mind if I ask what the hell do you want?" I snapped.

"You see just recently I found out that your uncle was hiding like a rat in the Bahamas. I did retrieve him just a bit damaged. He wishes to see you before you travel to my assignment. Like an honorable men, I'm simply granting his wish. Bring him in!" Two men were carrying my uncle inside. He had bruises all over his arms. His face was bloody and his long hair was covering his face.

"This wasn't our deal."

"Our deal was I return him to you with fixable injuries."

"You lying bastard." They threw him to my feet. I gasp. "Uncle" I whispered. What have they done to him.

"Marcus and old grudges" my uncle said. Everyone stayed silent as I lift my uncle from the floor and into a sit. I took all the hair from his face. His face was covered with scars and a burn mark close to his nose. His eyes were purple. "What in the hell are you doing here?" he asked harshly.

"They took me." He laughed darkly.

"Where were you the day they took you?" his voice sharpen.

"The club. Alan and I"

"Alan? What is his last name?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. What is his last name?"

"Garcia."

"Enough. Take him back" Marcus shouted.

"I-" He got cut off by a punch in the guts. My hands curl into a fist. What was he going to say?

"He is simply losing his mind of how worked up he is."

"Okay. Let him go or no deal. You can kill me now but something tells me, I'm more important alive then I am dead."

"Is it?" He asked. "Take her away you know what to do." I didn't argue I just let myself be dragged to whatever torture room they were going to take me.

"You're naive. If you ever want to win Marcus in his own game or even Ashton, never show weakness, kind of what you did back there. You're not scare of death which makes you all the more valuable asset for this. But he knows your only weakness is seeing the old man, your uncle, harmed. Just don't ever mistake work with personal feelings. Ashton won't hesitate to leave you behind neither will I or James who will be working with us now." Justin told me all I need to know in that pep talk. They weren't going to kill me just yet. "Now, when we get to the infirmary I will knock you out and you will wake up when we arrive at the airport. Your hand will have a cast so don't freak out. You will feel dizzy, nauseous, weak, and in a lot of pain, majorly coming from your wrist." We stopped at a door, the basement, as I recall. When we reached the bottom of the stairs Justin gave me a pity look before the lights went out.