My Bodyguard

Chapter 9

Mia's POV

"Mia, find out who sent them. If they don't compromise, kill them."He paces around his office, while everyone was sat inside. He demanded answers from Killian. He speaks confidently, as if there weren't 2 people attacked us earlier. "Everyone get out! Get me my answers."

I follow his instructions, as we walked out the room. We hear him swear on the other side of phone, throwing an object against the wall.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Adam asked, cupping my face seeing any injuries. I pull back, making a face.

"I'm fine."

"Hailey and I need to check on the kids," Will says, leading eachother downstairs where the boys were.

Before Adam could open his mouth, I turn on my heels, walking down to the basement, with Killian following behind. The basement was dark. Everything was covered in spider webs, dirt, and a few rats crawling around through the he night.

The prisoners down here would know, since some begged us to let them go.

2 guards were position outside the metal door, where the intruders were kept. They gave me a nod, opening the door. Stepping inside, they were both bound to a chair facing one another, their arms and legs tied by ropes. A metal table was placed near the door. It contained various of different weapons.

Killian stands by the door, observing my movements. I thought about it for a moment, thinking the best way to make them talk, until an idea popped up. Pulling some set of knives from the table, I slowly approached them, circling them if they notice. They had a bag over their head, made sure they didn't see where they were, for the meantime.

Pulling it off, I smiled to myself. There was a big purple bruise on the women's left eye, and a blood running out of the mans nose. Perfect

"Sorry about all the inconvenience. So, who wants to go first," I grin. "Nothing to say? Pity."

I turn my attention to the women. She didn't seem to be older than 40, but the real question is why? Why attack me, when we both knew she couldn't had any chance of winning.

"You're very beautiful. But, it seems I have to do some adjustments to them, if your husband doesn't start talking." I grazed the end of the knife against her skin. She trembles in fear, sweat running down her forehead.

"Don't fucking hurt her," hissed the man. I laughed darkly, looking at him for a second then at the woman.

"I don't think you have any rights to order me around, because do you know why?" I taunt, only making him angrier by the minute. "Your wife is bound to a chair, and a knife pressed against her delicate skin. So tell me. Are you sure you want to ordering me?"

That made him shut up, but not wanting to rip my head off. "I'm glad we're in the same page." Before continuing, the door opened and walked in a guard, piles of papers stack on his palms.

"These are for you, Miss," he says, handing them to me.

"Thank you. You may leave now."

Flicking through the papers, I just needed about few information to really enjoy my time. It had everything I needed to know about them. Their name. Their age. Where they live. Their hobbies. Their kids. But nothing about who they work for.