I Don't Cower: The Only Exception

My Treat

POV: Ashley

I groaned in pain as I started to wake up from my nap in Demi's office. We tried going back to the office today and just have me sleep on the couch, but it isn't going well for me.

"You okay, love?" Demi asked me with a small frown.

"Pain." I hissed as I sat up some.

"You can't take any more medication for another forty-five minutes." She sighed and rested her elbows on her desk. "What do you want me to do?"

"There isn't anything you can do." I mumbled and held my chest where my ribs broke. "My lungs and chest hurt the most."

"I'm so sorry baby."

I knew she felt guilty. I knew she did. She blames herself often. Constantly apologizing on her behalf.

"Can I get you something?"

"I've already had the most water and food I can have till four p.m., so there isn't anything I can do other than sit here in pain till I can take more meds." I laid back down and stared at the ceiling.

A soft knock was heard at the door.

"Who is it?" Demi called out, opening her drawer with the gun in it. Ever since me being kidnapped she is on high alert.

"Camila and Lauren and a friend." Camila peaked her head in the door.

"A friend?" Demi furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yeah, this guy." Camila tossed a broken and battered guy into Demi's office on the rug just in front of her desk like an animal.

"Who is this?" My wife got up and walked around her desk.

"Go on now. Tell her." Camila nudged the guy with her foot while Lauren walked over and sat in the chair beside me, watching the interaction with me.

"I'm Kyle Mars. I'm Taylor's second in command, and I know where she is." The guy had blood coming from his mouth as he spoke and it was disgusting and triggering, since ya know. That was ya girl a few weeks ago.

"Ooo, where is the slut?" Demi crouched down to his level, highly interested in what he has to say.

"Miami. She thought that you guys wouldn't look there considering it's the Cabello's second headquarters." He coughed up more blood as he tried to at least get to his knees, but Camila pushed his side, causing him to fall back down.

"Smart, but not smart enough to think we'd do this." Demi chuckled. "Should we finish him off or throw him in the pit?"

"Hmm, I think the pit would be fitting." Camila nodded her head.

"The pit it is. Mark!" Demi called out to Mark.

"What's up?" Mark strolled in and cringed when he saw the guy.

"Take him to the pit."

"Will do." He went over and grabbed the guy by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the room effortlessly.

"How about I order dinner and have them bring it up here in a bit? My treat." Camila suggested.

"That would be lovely. Thank you." Demi smiled brightly. "Does that sound good, Ash?"

I gave her a thumbs up.

"Shall we discuss how we plan on getting Taylor and bringing her here?"

"Absolutely. I'd love to cut all of her toes and fingers off." Camila giggled.

Lauren and I looked at each other with 'what the fuck?' looks.

"They're crazy." I whispered and glanced back at them.