"Miss Rose-"
"Hold on." I blink rapidly to adjust my eyes to the light.
"Countinue." I say.
"Miss rose, do you have any idea why you are here?"
Meet Olivia Rose, she's our typical college student- broke AF, always lazy and a stomach full with Chines...
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Olivia Rose
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MY blood went cold.
"What?" Blood pounded in my ears, and I was awfully aware of the way his thumb gently rubbed circles on the inside of my wrist. An assassination. Of Ivanov Sokoloff? But why? What did he do?
"I am sorry, Olivia." He whispered, his voice a soft murmur in my ear, "But I am afraid your life is in danger--"
"Are you planning to kill him?" My bottom lip trembled, "Are you going to kill him--?"
"I don't kill people who have done nothing wrong." I don't know what he was trying to do, but it sure as hell wasn't going to calm me down. "Go back to your leader, and tell him to stop digging."
"What?" It was the only word that escaped my lips. But I wanted to say so much more-- what is going on? What is happening? Why are you doing this? "Lucien--"
"I am serious."
"I know you are serious." I frown, pushing away from him. I didn't run, I don't know why I didn't, and neither did I scream, or shout. I did nothing to catch Fantasma-- the man my entire team has been trying so desperately to find. He was right beside me, within arms reach. I could've grabbed him, I could've alerted the authorities, I could've done something.
But I didn't.
"You-- you made two of our teams disappear off the face of Earth and you want me to believe your I don't kill people who have done nothing wrong bullshit?" I stood up from the couch, the magazine I was reading earlier discarded on the floor.
I made no move to pick it up.
"Where is everyone?"
"Busy," Lucien was still sitting on the couch, legs still spread and arms still resting on the arm rest. It made my chest boil with rage on how at ease he looked, as if I could do nothing to him. "Far away from here. All the cameras are shut down until we have this conversation, Olivia, so sit down like the good girl you are--"
"Stop that." My fists clenched at my sides. "I am not a dog."
"I never said you were."
"You treat me like one." My fingers were trembling, with rage or anxiety, I didn't know. All I could feel was the blood pumping in my ears, and his words repeating in my head. I am afraid there is going to be an assassination tonight of Ivanov Sokoloff. "What makes you think I won't arrest you right now?"
"If you wanted to, I would've already been behind the bars, sweetheart." He tilted his head to the side, his muscles rippling under the black shirt he wore. "And I don't think there's much damage a five foot three tiny girl like yourself could do to me-- do you even know how to form a fist, little girl?"
