Catch The Spy (GxG)

Round Two

-Zoe-

I lift my head up after a groggy nap. The first thing I see is a small roll on the table. As things start to un-blur I realize the torture man left his knives. My eyes widen and I shuffle my chair forward. I use my chin to pull the roll closer to me. Grabbing the first one I could in my mouth, I get to work on the bonds tying my legs. With a few cuts on my legs I finally stand up. I position the knife on the table and turn around to break my hand bonds.

I stab my hand and let out a yelp, before cutting the bonds. I rip my hands lose.
"Yes!" I say under my breath. I take a few knifes and shove them in my suits inside pockets. There is no way I'll be able to return the suit now. I go to the door and it's locked. Just my luck. There is a key pad right next to it. I jab my knife into the key pad and the door unlocks. I bust through it and find myself in a hallway. I'm still in her mansion. I run down the hallway, knife in hand, when I run into the devil herself. Cara stares at her phone while walking through the hallway. Her light brown hair in a ponytail and her small figure in just sweatpants and a hoodie. She looks up at me and her eyes widen. I charge her, pinning her down and covering her mouth. She keeps letting out muffled screams which doesn't help the situation, so much for being invincible and cunning. She practically is helpless. I hold my knife to her throat when she finally gets my hand off her mouth.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me, please," her pleads turn into sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She curls up into a small ball.
"Where is the nearest exit?" I question. She turns her red eyes towards me and a twisted smile comes across her face.

I feel a sharp pain in my stomach to see that she had taken one of my knives.
Shit!
I knock her out and carry her down the halls with me. I eventually reach an open room that looks some what like a dining room with no furniture. I rush to a window holding my stomach. It's a two story drop. I throw myself out with Cara and crash into some bushes. When suddenly, I hear barking. I turn around to see five Doberman charging at me. Could this get any worse. I scale her fence quickly and crash down onto a sidewalk.
"Ow..." I hear from Cara. I pin her down before she can gain full consciousness, taking her phone and calling my gang.

"Hello?" I hear Rachel's voice through the phone

"It's Zoe." I gasp out. This stab wound isn't getting  any better.

"Zoe where the fuck were you!?! Are you okay! You haven't replied to us in three fucking days!"

"I'm outside of Cara's mansion. I'm pinning her down but I'm losing blood fast and I have no idea when her guards will be coming around." I explain.

"Okay, I'm sending out Shread and Jim." Rachel informed. I hang up and focus on the bitch under my legs.

"Didn't know you feel this way about me Zoe." Cara teases while sliding her hand up my leg.
"You're a psychopath!" I yell at her, pinning her hand against the ground. She giggles and starts babbling nonsense. Probably has a concussion. "Follow my finger." I order and Cara looks at my finger, watching it go back and forth mesmerized. She seems fine but somethings definitely-

That's when it hits me. She's high. Her red eyes, the weird attitude. She smokes her own product? My stomach clenches in pain and I feel like I'm going to throw up. I press my hands over my wound in pain. I clench my eyes shut trying to think of happy thoughts.
"Roll over." Cara says.
"Why so you can kill me." I squeak out. But against my wishes, Cara pushes me on my back. She seems serious now. She puts her hands over mine and helps to push down on my stab wound. I would ask her why the fuck is she helping me, but being able to lay down while someone helps my wound is kind of relaxing enough for me to not give a crap.

I hear a car pull up close to us.

"Cara! Get your hands off Zoe!" I hear Jim shout. I hear a gun cock and I know he will shoot her if he has to.
"I'll helping her dip-shits!" Cara yells back. After a few seconds Jim and Shread are by my side talking to Cara about the wound. And after a few more seconds I'm out cold.

***

I wake up in my bed at the gang headquarters. I immediately sit up which is my first mistake. I grunt in agony and Rachel, my childhood friend, rushes in the room. I try to get up and almost fall if not for Her catching me. She keeps an arm around me and carries me to the couch. She sits me down and check my bandages.
"I'll go get some more." She says. I feel my chest tighten up and I grab her hand.
"Please stay." I plead. She smiles warmly at me.
"Are you a little overwhelmed?" She asks. I look down embarrassed and I feel weight on the couch cushion next to me. Rachel leans against me and I feel safe. Safe enough to close my eyes for a little while longer.