เข้าสู่ระบบVANESSAThe comfort of my bed had hushed into a forgotten memory long before tonight.I’d been tossing and turning all night, trying to pull myself away from the clutches of discomfort.Impossible.My body jerked off the cotton, my skin plagued by beads of sweat and a tiring ache that hummed across my edges.I pulled myself up until I sat at the edge of my bed, feet dangling lightly over the dark wooden floorboards.Nightmare?Maybe.Definitely.Those torturous memories hadn’t let me taste the sweetness of a good night’s rest in what was starting to feel like forever.In the middle of my predicament, a soft glow caught my attention.My eyes took about half a second to adjust, but when I turned slightly to notice the study table… there he was.Max, slouched in front of my laptop… unconscious.His laboured breaths were too heavy to ignore, fatigue reeling off his aching body like it was his second skin.I didn’t even remember him going to sleep in my room.When did he come down here?I
TIFFANYI'd been asleep for two days.I couldn't remember much… other than the swarm of images that'd probably never leave my head.A bitter taste clung to the top of my tongue, spreading across my mouth in a warm, discomforting wave.I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to get a feeling of myself.My fingers.My feet.My eyes.My… growing suspicion that I'd been drugged.My muscles ached with an unnatural tension, but as tired as I was, this felt uneven. Suspicious.“Mason.” The name slipped down my tongue, my voice barely above a whisper.Yes. I remembered now.Mason Sinclair. Mia's brother. He's the one that brought me down here.Well, his henchwoman was.Was she the one that drugged me?I sat pondering, but no answer came after tossing the idea around in my mind.When I finally got a hold of myself, I slowly pulled my weight off the bed and got on my own two feet.Didn't stagger.Didn't collapse to the floor.Good.One cautious step in front of the other, I made it out of the comfo
BIANCAI stared at the screen, eyes accomodating to the artificial light a little faster than I'd like. Branded across the page was a firm, bold message. “Brian Callaghan: 12.9 Milllion Dollar Bounty.”Anger and irritation bubbled up my spine instantly. “Why are you showing me this?” I groaned, raising my head only slightly to meet his unperturbed gaze. My kidnapper had a plain expression on his face, even though a part of me felt like he was definitely enjoying this.“That's the highest bounty ever placed on a mercenary. Neat stuff, don't you think?”Oh, I was so ready to bite his fucking face off. “If you're looking for a reaction, you're not gonna get it.”“I think I already am, actually” he leaned back into his chair, enjoying the view of me chained still and wishing to spring out of this steel so I could slap him across the face. “Tell me” he said. “What's he like?”I didn't answer. I wasn't gonna answer. “Brian, that is” he repeated like I didn't hear the words before. “W
MIKA WAYNE (Theo's “Mission”)Word around?Theo's pissed. Apparently, him and some guy named Brian couldn't come to an agreement with some girl named Mia. It was all hearsay, of course, so I didn't know the full details. Didn't know the names Brian or Mia either. But I was fucking glad Theo was pissed. Served him right for refusing my help and thinking he could lock me up here like I was some prisoner. Fucking idiot.“Miss Mika—”“Don't talk to me, Bertrand” I laid face-flat on my bed, waving him away before I'd even heard him walk into my room. “That is your name right?” I turned. “Cause I know the whole father bullshit was a lie.”He replied with a curt nod and that annoying emotionless “butler” vibe he'd had for days now. “Mr. Theo has decided to lift your restrictions a bit. I know you've tried to escape this room multiple times, and I hate to be the one to tell you this… but you're horrible at it.”“What did you just say?” I sat up. “You still, however, won't be allowed o
MAXI walked into the cathedral, drenched by the pouring rain, and felt that familiar invincible force wrap its arms around me the moment we got in. No one looked at us.For the first time since we escaped, we could actually lift our heads without fear of being spotted. Yet, in this scanty church, I couldnt help but feel like I should've been anywhere else. “Did we take a wrong turn?” Zane murmured behind just before Trinity pulled down her hoodie. Her hair was luscious red tied in two ponytails. It gave her a young, almost innocent kind of vibe… but after spending the last couple hours trailing her every move, innocent was definitely the wrong word for Rebecca's little protégé.“My instructions were to bring you here” she muttered, rubbing her hands together to heat herself up. “Go make a confession and try not to draw too much attention to yourself” she turned to Zane, looking him and down. “You, follow me.”Before she could get a stride in, I grabbed her arm. Not hard. Definit
Mia's POV“Mia Sinclair” the officer dragged her baton across the cell gates. “Your bail has been paid. Step forward.”Weird to admit, but I didn't want to go. Not after I'd made all these… friends. “Get your… fucking foot… off—”I stomped down on her head, not hard enough to hurt, but fierce enough to remind her how things worked around here. “What was that?” I spat. “Talking back to me?”The rest of our cellmates kept their shifty eyes everywhere but on us. Ironic. When I was hauled in here a week and a half ago, they looked more than ready to shred me into pieces. Cute. But it wasn't my first time behind bars. And though my unbruised face gave them the wrong idea, I was more than happy to let the frustration reel off my skin for the first time in years.“I'm gonna miss you, Sylvia” I cleaned the under of my boot on the side of her face, then gestured for one of her little henchmen to fetch my jacket. “Hopefully we meet again. Maybe then I can teach you how to actually throw a p







