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“That could be you next. Want to take your chances?” I grip her chin forcefully so she can’t look anywhere but at me. I see the wheels turning as her sharp blue eyes connect with mine. She’s battling with herself on whether to keep up this charade that she’s the one in charge or to crack and give us what we want.
“I don’t want that to be me.” Her eyes drop and now I’m the one who’s stunned.
“What was that?” I genuinely ask again. I have to make sure I heard her correctly; that my mind isn’t playing tricks on me.
“I said I don’t want that to be me.” She raises her big blue eyes, trying to pull away from my fingers.
Who the hell is this and what did she do with Zamira Stone? Did we really break her? Is this her giving in?
“You’re going to talk?” Blais asks with a hopeful look on his face.
Zamira’s brows furrow, her face filling with defeat. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
At least we're getting somewhere with her stubborn ass. She could be playing with us still, so I’m not letting my guard down.
“Good girl.” I cup her cheek, rubbing blood back and forth with my thumb. “Now go get yourself cleaned up. We’ve got a lot to talk about tonight.” I stand up and she scoffs at me.
Blais cuts off her restraints and Theon grabs onto her arm to pull her up from the chair. She surprisingly doesn’t fight him to get away, just drops her head and allows him to lead her out of the room.
Once they’re gone, I turn toward Blais who is staring at Tony’s lifeless body.
“We need to clean this up,” I say, looking at the mess covering the room.
“It can wait until after we talk to her,” Blais says, anxious to hear what she has to say. His body is still buzzing from the adrenaline of killing Tony, making it hard for him to contain himself.
“You believe her?” I ask him. I’m sure I already know what his answer is going to be, but maybe he can give me some insight that I can’t see.
“Honestly, I’m not sure.” He looks at me with his brow furrowed. He’s probably thinking the same thing I am. Stabbing someone seven times doesn’t seem like self-defense and the report surely didn’t make it sound that way, at least what we could see of it, but she did seem sincere when she said it was.
“I think she’s still hiding something. There might be truth to it somewhere, but I can tell she’s lying.”
He nods his head and starts to clean up his knives a bit before we decide to go to Zamira's cell. She should be done showering and back in there by now.
As we approach, I see her sitting cross-legged on her bed as far away from Theon as possible as he leans against the metal bars, staring at her in silence. Her eyes are back to looking empty again. Just like they did after we threw her in the pool.
Not having her fight back doesn't feel as good as I was anticipating. Of course, I’m tired of her being the biggest pain in my ass all the time, but something about her not looking at me like she wants to rip my dick off isn’t as rewarding as I wanted it to be.
It doesn’t matter though. We get our answers and we get rid of her. Plain and simple.
Nothing about her is plain or simple.
“How was your shower?” Blais asks with a heated gaze.What is this? Evening pillow talk?
Her messy, wet hair hangs down past her shoulders, and I have the urge to wrap it around my fist while I fuck her.The scent of the shampoo and body wash we allowed her to have fills the entire cell. It’s Blais’, but for some reason she makes it smell so much better.
She looks over at Blais and just blinks without saying anything. She’s retreating back into herself, making me want to shake her until the feisty demon comes out to play, even if it makes me want to strangle her.
“Alright then, good talk.” Blais turns toward me with his eyes looking somber. The guy has it bad and I’m going to feel like the world's biggest asshole when we have to get rid of her.
I should probably cut off his access to her before this gets any worse.
“Okay, Agent Stone. Let’s get to it. We’re going to ask you questions and we expect you to tell us the truth. Otherwise, we’ll take you back into that room and replace Tony’s body with yours. Got it?” I ask sternly.
She nods her head, but doesn’t say a word.
Whatever. I’ll fucking take it, but she better use her words next time.
“Why were you scoping out the club?”
