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chapter 9―caught

❝ nothing to kill, or die for ❞

-john lennon

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I put my hands up in surrender while eyeing the gun that was pressed to Cass's temple. 

"Now, that you're complying," Blondie said from behind me as he stood up. I felt a sharp prick in my neck and it didn't take long for my vision to blur. I looked ahead and see Cass go limp in the bodyguards arms.

"Motherfu-" I started but then everything turned black.

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'How's the other one?'

'She's safe. We didn't hurt her because she might be of interest to us.'

'How so?'

'Well she's the one who blew up the port and hacked into our infrastructure.'

'Put her to a test. Against Francesca.'

'On it, boss.'

'What about this one?'

'I think we can information out of her.'

'She seems weak. This should be easy. Why did it take so long to find them?'

'They're smart, boss. Also this one is a little difficult.'

'Wake her up.'

I felt an object―most likely a fist―collide with my cheek, sending my head to snap to the side. I could feel rope burn into my wrists from restraining me against the metal chair I was in. 

"Son of a bitch," I muttered when I tasted something metallic in my mouth. I turned my head back to the front, despite the stinging pain. Three men stand in front of me: a muscular blonde man with emerald eyes, Blondie, and another guy who looks eerily similar to John Cena. I take my time examining the people before me as Blondie speaks.

"Look who's awake," he announced as he raised an eyebrow.

"You still mad I broke your nose?" I asked rhetorically, spitting out blood that collected in my mouth, eyeing the massive bruise which formed on his face.

"Listen here, bitch. You're gonna die anyways, you realize that right?-" he started, stepping directly in front of my chair.

"-die with a good snapchat going through," I joked with a smirk. Why is this guy so goddamn tall? I had to crane my neck just to meet his eyes. In response, he just narrowed his icy gaze and continued as if he didn't just set up the perfect opportunity for a Kardashian quote.

"You might as well tell me everything. Who sent you, how you got in, how you snuck out. Everything. Before I fucking gut you like a fish," he threatened. I tried my best to keep a poker face, because for some reason I felt like laughing in his face. In fact, I wasn't scared at all. Maybe it's because I'm finally content with my life. Cass is going to be fine―I have full faith that she can out-hack whoever that Francesca girl is―and my dad is going to be okay. So, I might as well have a little fun before I face my inevitable demise.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the enormous amounts of testosterone that is being produced in this room right now," I started, clearly shocking the men with my sudden confidence. "I don't understand how you three lugs thought you could even intimidate me when you guys look like a failed boy band. Seriously, did 1D steal your thunder or something?" Blondie's eye twitched and his fists balled up at his sides. He leaned in so his face was a few inches from mine.