Kill Or Be Killed (Part 2)

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Hunters POV

"Where is she? We need to move, now" I spit the words at Angus, hopefully trying to get through to his dull brain

"She- she's fine, ok? I- sh- something probably scared her off" he defends

"BULLSHIT" I shove him against the brick wall, as I'm about to do some damage to his pathetic face, Jacob steps in.

"Angus, cut the shit. What did you do to her?" Jacob shoves him but not as hard, his calm voice makes my blood boil faster, Angus doesn't deserved to be treated like a fucking child, he's an oversized pig.

"She must of went in, I don't know ok?"

I grab a fistful of my hair. "Fuck!" Slamming my fist into the wall I advance towards Angus menacingly, it's not until I get 1 inch from his face that I make an action. "Get in that door and don't come out until you have her" 

Angus stares at me, wide eyes filled with disbelief,  "You want me to go in there?" 

The silence and burning stares gives him his answer. 

"Fine. But if I don't come out with-"

"Then you're not coming out" 

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Ebonys POV

My face feels like it's on fire. A copper taste fills my mouth. My hands are yet again burning from the rope and I have an itch on my leg that I simply can't ignore. And this wooden chair that I'm slouched on isn't helping my posture at all. 

Two men remain in the room to keep an eye on me. They've lowered their guns for now, thinking that I couldn't have been with the Ravens solely because I'm a girl. 

"Talk!" The one before me is recognizable from my file under the bed at the foster home. Short ginger hair, mustouche, a wicked grin. I'm pretty sure his name is Sean Malest. I wouldn't want to freak him out by saying his name though, it'd only open up more doors of secrecy and I would not be leaving here alive in that case.

Although my face felt like it was about to fall off, I managed to lift the edge of my mouth, for some reason I just can't resist smirking like an idiot when I'm in these situations. I guess I like infuriating people.

The man grunts, "What do we do with her?" 

"Call boss?" The other man by the window responds

"I don't know, he doesn't like calls on a friday night, specially not ones to do with a little girl" Little girl? This man is grinding my gears. 

On the other hand, friday night means that I've been away for about three days now. I wonder what my foster carer is doing...

Another blow to the face. "Are you fucking listening?" He shouts

I raise my eyebrows at him. 

"Tell me who you are and what you are doing here! Are you with the Ravens?" I take a slow inhale and a heavy exahle.

Seans fists curl up into balls, by now my breathing has escalated, I don't think my body can take another hit. 

This whole time has been them trying to interrogate me, they haven't even checked if I had any other weapons... complete imbeciles

I inch my legs further back towards where my hands are tied. Not soon enough I feel the back of my shoe. 

"Maybe if we just put her with Pedro then boss won't even notice" The men talk quietly near the back of the room.

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