Tanya's POV "I don't know anything," I said immediately in a panic, although I had a feeling that it was a bit too late to start denying. "But you just told me that you know him," the man responded, looking at me as if I was making a mistake or was sick. "You are going to tell me everything you know when I ask you about it, or you will tell me everything you know when I force you to tell me. It's your choice." "Who the hell are you?" I asked. "I don't appreciate you using that language," he said. "You are in my care and territory, as you know." "F*** you," I cursed. I could feel the wind blowing towards my face. The next instant, I tensed up, expecting the slap to land on me, but at the last moment, it stopped. I looked up to see the man raising his hand. "Don't hurt her, not yet. I don't know whether she wants to be useful to me. That's a choice for her to make." Turning to me, he continued, "If you try that again—disrespecting me and disobeying the order I just gave
Tanya's POV The table was set, and we faced each other in silence. None of us had started eating yet, and the tension in the air was palpable. “Just say it,” he said to me, looking away. “Why did they get me here? How did they find me out?” I asked him. “I don’t know,” he replied simply. “Is it because of you?” I asked. “Are you dragging me into another one of your messes once more?” He was silent. I waited for him to deny it or at least give me some explanation, but when he didn’t say anything for the next couple of minutes, I guessed that I was correct. He was the cause of all this, and they would not have found me out if not for him. “So you admit it,” I said. He did not say anything either but looked at the food with disinterest. I decided to start eating mine before it went cold. The room was a bit dark, and that would only make it get cold faster. “They already know of our connection with each other,” he told me in a small voice. “You tried to deny it earlier
Tanya's POV I turned around to see a man with dark hair. I squinted for a while, trying to figure out who he was, before realising he was the same man. “What do you want, Dante?” I asked. “Well, I think I’ve just made it,” he said, giving me a strange expression. “And don’t ever call me Dante again. It was just an experiment, but I don’t like that name.” “What is your name then?” I asked. “Or rather, what would you like us to call you?” “That was a pseudonym,” he said. “I was taking on the name of my employer just to see whether you would recognise it at all. You don’t, so there’s no need to continue with the act.” “Really?” I asked. “You haven’t answered my question, though. What is your name? Your real name?” “Enzo,” he replied. “That’s my name, and you should call me that instead of Dante.” “We were still talking,” I said. “I wasn’t about to meet you yet, and you said you would give me time to decide.” “There’s no decision,” he said, stepping forward and waving
Tanya's POV "Please stop," I cried out, seeing that they were very serious about killing him if I didn't cooperate with them. Enzo raised his hand and looked at me. "Do you have anything to say to me?" he asked. "You know exactly how to make me stop. It's not with just one word." "Please," I said, "don't kill him." "Tell me what you know," he responded. "That's the only thing that can save him now. His life is in your hands." "I don't know anything," I responded. "He doesn't let me in on his secrets. Even if I have anything to tell you, it won't be something tangible you can use." "Is that what you thought to tell us when you came here?" he asked me. "Is that the one thought you had in mind? That should explain why you would tell us only something minor and leave the big details outside." "Please," I said, "I'm telling you the truth." "Well, I'm telling you my truth," he said. "You have to tell me everything, but since you are ready to cooperate, at least let's start
Rodrigo's POV The police were doing their best to help me find her; at least, that was what they told me. I was forced to leave their office without knowing what they were doing to see her. How could I be sure that they were putting in any effort at all when I couldn't be told exactly what they were doing? "Trust us on this," the lady said, escorting me out of the place. It was all I could do to stop myself from glaring at her when she said those words. I wasn't about to trust anybody on the matter concerning Tanya. She was the one person I loved, and just after I confessed my feelings to her, she was taken away from me. I entered my car without turning to look at the policewoman anymore. I did not need to make myself angrier by looking at her. If I did, I would only feel as if I had wasted a lot of my time—valuable time that could have been spent looking for her. "You'll find her. Don't worry," they told me. In my mind, I was probably trying to calm myself down as if it wer
Tanya's POV I could feel beads of sweat dripping down my neck, along with the eyes of everybody in the room on me. I took a deep breath, not knowing what to do. I was more or less sworn to protect the information about Rodrigo and not betray him, even if I was threatened with a gun. But what was I supposed to do when the threatened person was not me but my father? It was going to be a total ruin if he died because of me. "What are you going to do?" he asked me. "Are you going to talk or what?" I knew that I didn't have much time. If I kept on stalling like that, it would only be delaying the inevitable. The bad part was that I had everything to lose, while the men had nothing to lose. They could wait until the next day, and I would still be nowhere near where I was now. I was very confused. I couldn't let him die, and I couldn't let them get the information either. The worst part was that I couldn't keep sitting on the wall. I needed to pick a side and stick with it. T
Tanya POV Even as I said it, I knew it would not be enough. I was once again beating about the bush and trying to say anything just to stop them from killing him immediately. He seemed to realize it because he looked at me as if I was trying to get him killed. I looked away, knowing that the men were no fools either. It would not be long before they realized what I was trying to achieve, and then he would be dead. I wish there were another way, I thought to myself, but I can't let them have that information. "Are you done talking?" he asked me. "You haven't given me anything valuable yet. You seem not to want him to survive. Do you know that you are next after him?" I said nothing, hearing the countdown from 5 to 1 repeat itself in my mind. It was not going to be long before he died from the way things were going. "Please stop," he said. "I have something important to say." Enzo looked at him with a questioning expression. "It better be very important. If it is not, then
Tanya's POV I cried all I wanted, but no one seemed to care. Nobody came to check on me for the next few hours, giving me enough breathing space. I couldn’t help but look at his body once in a while, feeling the guilt weighing on me. If I had given them the information they wanted, it wouldn’t have happened this way. “It’s my fault,” I said to myself. “I should have told them. Now he’s dead because of me.” I somehow expected something to happen, but after waiting for a long while, there was still nothing. The room would have been empty if not for his body in the corner. I was starting to get disgusted by it. It was not only disgusting me but haunting me. I needed it out of here if I would stay by myself. “I can’t sleep with you staying here,” I said to him with a sad expression. I rushed up to the door and banged on it, trying to get it to open. “Hey, guys!” I called. “Come and take his body away!” I did this for a couple of minutes until I got tired. I was also hungry now