Thieving Florida

chapter 21

Jessica's PoV
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I was frozen in my chair. Not that I could have moved since I was tied up, but still.

"Marisa..?" I managed to say.

"That's my name," she said in a bored tone. "Spit out what you want to say."

"Why?" I asked in a whisper. She chuckled.

"Survival," she said plainly.

"What about Aj? Xander? What about Logan?" I desperately said.

She hesitated for a moment after I mentioned Logan, but recovered quickly. "We struck a little deal. Miranda is Alexander's baggage, not Aj's or mine. He did all the dirty work. It was his idea."

Thoughts were swimming in my head. "No. There's no way."

"That's the truth. Deal with it," she snarled.

"No! I won't!" I shouted, or tried. My throat cracked terribly and I ended up coughing.

"You're pathetic," she sneered. "Give her some water, it's sad watching her like this."

I forgot that the other guy, the one who first talked to me, was still in the room. But not after I heard a warning growl from him.

"Remember who gives orders around here. That was not apart of our deal," he said.

"Oh Caleb, you aren't the boss of me," she said. "And you still killed my brother. You have a debt to pay."

"I think your freedom is payment enough," he barked.

"That's up to me," Marisa said, casually checking her nails.

"Whatever," 'Caleb' said. I still hadn't seen him, he was behind me and I couldn't twist that well. But I could tell he was getting up and doing something.

"Marisa, don't do this," I tried. She paid no attention to me. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, a headband keeping back the flyaway hairs. She was changed in some clothes that fit somewhat loosely around her, and she looked fine as far as physical health. But something was going on in her head, something really messed up for her to want to walk around with her brother's murderer.

I decided it was time to stop thinking about her and think strategically. I viewed the room I was in. White drywall, wood floors, and that summed it up. The room as far as I could see was totally empty.

I tried to search my brain if the name Caleb was familiar to me at all. Had I heard it on the news or the radio? It was familiar, but not familiar enough.

A glass of water was shoved to my mouth, making me flinch. Marisa stood in front of me, an annoyed look on her face as she waited for me to start drinking. I opened my mouth and she guided the cup.

The water was warm, but I didn't give two flying shits.

It was gone all too soon. Marisa took the glass away from my mouth.

"Caleb, I think we're done talking?" She said.

"Yeah. Put the blindfold back on, and give her a little taste of your silver," he said.

My eyes widened when the blindfold was replaced on them. When my sight was taken away from me, I panicked as I felt cool metal placed on my thigh.

A stinging sensation spread across my thigh as the knife was slowly dragged across it. I let out a cry of pain.

"Stop!" I yelled. A second later it stopped, and I heard the man snickering.

"Alright, put her back in the basement. I don't want to look at her anymore," he said. I was untied from the chair and guided again out of the room.