“Who are you working for?” I demand from him.
He chuckles, and the sound runs shivers down my spine. This guy is the lowest level of human garbage that exists. I cannot believe that he got the upper hand. This should have never happened; this wasn’t part of the plan.
“Sweetie, it’smyturn to ask the questions. Look, I know you’ve been snooping around, trying to figure out what I’m doing and who I’m working for and whatever else you and those dumbasses can come up with.”
“So now I need you to tell me- what do you know.”
I stay silent.
A large blow hits my head from behind, like someone kicked me.
“Isaid. What.” Kick.
“Do.” Kick.
“You.” Kick.
“Know.” Kick.
“I’m not going to ask you again.”
I refuse to tell him anything. He’s not going to win this. The minute I open my mouth, he’ll think that physical harm is a way to get me to speak. I won’t give him that satisfaction.
“Fine, suit yourself. You’re only going to make it worse for yourself. anyway, FBI or not, you’re going to go quiet for a while. No one will hear from you and no one will see you. We will be holding you captive in a private location that even you won’t know. You will be watched atallhours of the day, by at least two guards- so don’t eventhinkabout trying to escape.”
I remain completely silent. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. Completely, and utterly terrified.
Being an undercover FBI agent, of course I’ve been trained for all sorts of situations. I have lots of skills. But I am currently sitting on the floor of a van, between some very dangerous men- men who could kill me in an instant and make sure that no one would ever find my body.
My first thought is my mother. She can’t lose me; she already lost my father. Something like this would kill her.
I still remember the day I told her that I was going to be an FBI agent. The look on her face was the most heartbreaking look I’ve ever seen her make, second only to the one she made when she got the news that my father had died. She doesn’t deserve this.
And so, I vow to make it out alive, for her. How I’ll do that I have no fucking idea, but I don’t have a choice.
That’s when I remember Peter and Darian. They’re the only two people in my life right now who know about this, other than the FBI. They’ll notice that I’m gone, and they’ll come looking for me. They have to.