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“Anything else you want to tell us while we’re still willing to entertain your pitiful excuse for answers?” I say through clenched teeth.
“I’ve answered your questions. I don’t know what else you want.” She pulls her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Trying to get away from us, escaping into her mind like she has been for four days.
She’s been answering, but she’s also holding back. I’m not sure if she said anything truthful, but she’s given more than we previously had so it’s a start. If she really is here for Novak and he’s doing what she says, maybe we can use her as some sort of leverage. She’s clearly got access to FBI information that not even Josh can get to without tipping anyone off so maybe that could be of some use to us.
Maybe with some rest and time to think, she’ll realize there’s no escaping us. She’ll give us what we want, starting tomorrow.
“Fine. Tomorrow, you’re going to give us more information and you’ll actually answer the questions instead of giving these roundabout answers.” My tone is low, promising her that things could always be worse than they are now.
Blais, Theon, and I head out of the cell, locking it behind us, leaving her there to think about what she’s going to say to us.
No matter what, I know she’s going to give us a run for our money. This new sense of her talking calmly and giving up information has me even more skeptical than when she was being a sassy pain in the ass. It makes me trust her even less than I already did.
One thing I know for sure—Zamira Stone is a force to be reckoned with, and if we don’t figure out how to get ten steps ahead of her, she’ll bring us to our knees before we even know what’s happening.
The lies I told yesterday rolled off my tongue with ease.
The moment the truth about my past came out of Ace’s mouth, I made my decision.
I’ll lie. I’ll play their games. I’ll make them think I’ve finally cracked. I know my strength and I refuse to give in to the three assholes who think they’re unstoppable.
They think they can use Tommy against me? I’ll fucking let them think that, but I refuse to be brought down by that man or any other man for that matter.
I’ll dig my way under their skin and get between them, breaking up their little family. Once I fuck up their bond, I’ll take them down one by one. I’ll have all their secrets and watch them slowly burn to the ground until they’re nothing but ash. They’ll wish they never took me in the first place.
Vengeance will taste so sweet on my tongue.
I’ve been here for a little over two weeks. They’ve tortured me, threatened me, nearly killed me, and made me watch while they murdered a man. The worst of it all was their little plan to use my greatest fear to break me. It brought every feeling I’ve been trying to stuff down deep inside me to the surface, sending me spiraling into a depression, but I’m still strong enough to not give them what they so desperately want.
Now it’s time for me to step up my game. I need to find their weakness, and I know exactly where to start.
I lied, telling them I was looking into Novak for gun trafficking. Probably not the best excuse I could’ve come up with, but it’s the first thing that popped into my head.
I can tell Ace doesn’t believe me. His green eyes were full of doubt and his jaw was clenched the whole time. They don’t trust me enough to be truthful, but I’ll stick to that story and keep repeating it until I start believing it myself.
I also told them I killed Tommy in self-defense. That's not exactly true but it was in my head that day. To me, it’s true. Day after day, that monster pushed and pushed me. He beat me, abused me, and made me feel worthless. He might not have been punching me at the time I killed him, but he would’ve done it again. I needed to protect myself so I did even if he was defenseless at the time.
The incident with Tommy drove me to the FBI. I wanted to be a better person. I wanted to help keep innocent people safe from the evil running the streets. Hell, I still do. I just don’t know if I’m worthy.
Deep inside my soul, there’s a darkness that’s itching to be released, but working for the FBI and putting away the same monsters that I could become helps ease the desire to let it be free.
Chief is a hardass, but somehow, we’ve been drawn together and he’s been like a father figure to me. He knows about my past, but not all of it. He doesn’t know the real situation I found myself in the day I killed Tommy. If he knew, he’d hate me, or worse, he’d be disappointed in me.
Guilt consumes me at the thought. Chief Holt and Matt are all that I have. My only family. There is still plenty of time left in my mission, so there’s no way they know I’m missing. God, we should’ve come up with a better plan—something with a safety net for times like this, but my stubborn ass thought it would be better to have essentially no contact in order to keep my cover.
I understand Ace’s possessiveness over his family more than I’d like to admit. I’d do anything for mine just like he would for Blais and Theon. If anyone tried to hurt Matt or Chief Holt, I’d set fire to everything they know in order to save them.
The rattle of the lock pulls me from my thoughts as Blais slides into the cell with a tray of food in his hand. I sit up on the side of the bed with my legs dangling over the edge. Dropping down beside me, he hands me the scrambled eggs, bacon, and a biscuit I’m going to assume he made for me. The other two hate me too much to care if I eat at all.
I’m glad it was Blais that came down here. He’s the only one who seems to care about keeping me alive. Now’s my chance to really get somewhere with these assholes. This is the beginning of my plan to take them down from the inside.
Sending Blais in here alone might have been their biggest mistake. I’m already acting like I’m crumbling under their torturous ways, I might as well play with him a little. He wears his emotions more than the others. I can use that.
“Thanks,” I give him a small smile before popping a piece of greasy bacon into my mouth. Instinctively, I moan from how good it tastes, making Blais snap his head in my direction with heat in his eyes. I give him a small shrug and a sly grin.
I take the time to get a really good look at him. He’s wearing black sweats and a white T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, giving me the perfect view of his toned muscles.
Fuck, his arms are sexy. I’ve always been an arms gal, loving the defined muscles that could hold me up. The colorful ink on his biceps dances with his movements. His pale pink hair is messy, but it only draws out his handsome features and his effortless smile more. It really is a shame that we met under these circumstances, because I’d let him fuck me until I forgot my own name in a heartbeat.
