The door behind Mia closes with a loud bang. The house pitch dark. The only light Mia can see comes in from the neighbor's empty kitchen. Richard pulls Mia into his arms with a rough move, twisting her arm behind her back. His burning hands on Mia’s back make her heart pounding fast. She can feel his hand feeling her up in the darkness. It moves up hastily until it catches Mia’s jaw, and then its owner’s wet breath spouts into Mia’s ear: “You are scared, little thing.” Scared? Mia is not shaking much now, just still a bit faint. In her head Daisy has been roaring: “This is it! I’m going to puke! Put this damn trash down, now!” Now it is then. Mia turns slightly to dodge the wet lips by the root of her ear. With this move she reaches under her skirt and pulls the syringe out. The left side of one’s neck is the best target because it’s close to the heart and helps spread the poison. When she imagined this moment in her head, she is the skilled agent who would put the target down
She knew the target won’t corporate when she made the plan. He has been in power for too long. But that’s why Mia has her tools. Torture is very persuasive. This kind of thing doesn't match her character at all. Before the accident happened, she was kind and weak, unwilling to trample even an ant; and torture was to deliberately cause pain to a living human being. Create pain with her own hands. What's more, she doesn't have an experimental subject yet, so she can only simulate everything in her mind. Here is her first practice. She can only succeed, not fail. But the ringing outside the door totally destroyed the scary atmosphere she just established. "Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong", the doorbell rang three more times. Startled, Mia almost snaps her head at it, but she manages to take her position and maintain a calm posture. Being the interrogator, she can show nervousness or it won’t work. The contrast of power, pressure and fear of pain added altogether, is her only chan
When the car carried Maya rushing through the night, sweat broke out on Bruce’s forehead, afraid that a stupid car accident would take his mate away from him in front of his eyes.Yet under his commands, his car is as fast as that one was, if not faster, yet it still feels too slow for him.Aspen is not helping with his fury either: “It’s all because you weren’t there in time, every time! This wouldn’t be happening if you found her back faster!”“Stop the whining!” Bruce finally lost it, “We don’t even know what’s going on!”How is complaints helping in anyway?!“If I catch her this time! If I catch her...” He closes his eyes, mumbling to himself but only getting as far as “her”.What to do once he catches her? What could he do?He has not the faintest idea.Looking down on Richard Ryan, Mia tilts her head: “Here are the rules. I have questions, and I have toys. You can make your choice between them. You won’t get the toys if I like your answers. Is that clear?”“In your dream!” Thoug
Mia stares at the gang leader.Richard Ryan only repeats that one line: “I’ll talk...I’ll, talk...”Tightening her hand around the landshade, Mia is washed over by exhaustion when she suddenly got what she wanted. It was like a string that was stretched to its tightest point and then suddenly broke.Turns out it’s not just the person being interrogated who is under pressure.But it's not over yet. She has to wrap it up properly.Haste makes waste.She taks a deep breath, lets go of her hand, and smiles lightly. Then, she moved the bucket at her feet, taks out a pack of tissues from her pocket, and places it on the steps next to Ryan.After doing this, she leans over and looks down at him: "Talk, and our game will be put on hold so long as you behave.""I... there is a transfer in my bank statement called cleaning fee. It was made by the employer that day." Ryan gets her promise and quickly says.Mia nods: "Not bad, continue."Ryan looks at her face and swallows: "You can check bank st
When Mia went upstairs, she turns on the lights along the way and feels that her path is getting clearer with each step.However, this clarity did not last long before it is suddenly interrupted.Just as she stepped onto the last flight of stairs, the roar of a car engine and then the sound of brakes screams right out of the door. Immediately, there was a knock that scares her into a jump."Bang bang bang"."Bang bang bang".The knocking on the door continued. The person outside the door isn’t ring the doorbell or declare why he is there, but he sounds as fierce as if the Secret Service has come to handle a case.Could it be that the gangster downstairs got into trouble and was being investigated? Maybe it’s just bad luck that happened to him, right?Mia's heart tightens, and she runs into the study room that Ryan mentioned. She hides behind the curtains to peek through the window.On the street, three cars are parked vertically in a row. Bruce stands beside the car with one hand in h
Mia closes her eyes, finally settled down in the taxi.The fading shadow on the roof drained her.She gathered all her energy and spent the whole night dealing with Richard Ryan, but even that didn’t drain her. She didn't feel tired at all when she climbed the stairs to her fruit of the day. But now, she seems to have lost all her energy.She slumps her shoulders and lowers her head, huddled in the car seat, becoming a weak ghost.Her hand was scratched by Ryan's lampshade, and now it’s starting to throb, but even the pain feels meek.The driver glances at her several times in the rear view mirror, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Miss, are you OK?"He is an older Latino with a gentle look. Mia raises her eyes and looks at him through the rearview mirror. She purses her lips, and tries to smile, but fails. In the end, she could only shake her head slightly: "Not really.""Then today is not your day. But everything will be fine. Don't worry too much."A light comfort, yet it suddenl
"It's okay, we will bring her back." Bruce says softly, his eyes lost afar.His words are like a decision, but also like a promise to himself.His tone worries Sophia.Something not too pleasant would happen to this mighty Alpha if he can’t solve this one, Sophia could tell.He has always been calm, sharp and wise. But when it comes to Luna, his just completely lose his ration. If she is being honest, Sophia would prefer the latter because only in those moments she feels the Alpha is also a living person, with a soul and all.But now she would rather that he doesn’t. His anxiety and despair have reached their limit, and the man looks like he would lose it at any moment.The Alpha is too important to the pack. There are all the pack affairs that needs him to manage, thousands of people's lives depend on his leadership, and countless things are waiting for his decisions. He has to hang on, even if he is on the verge of collapse, he has to stick there without making any mistakes.Therefo
"Scott, the scumbag is yours."Bruce is much calmer after his outburst. He strides out of the house in a together composure, and the driver runs over to open the door for him.He gets into the car and asks Sophia what’s going on on Robert’s side."The Luna has been silent," Sophia replied, "Robert is very cooperative and everything is under control."Next to her, two men are observing Robert's entire house, looking for suitable locations to install surveillance. And Robert sits like a quail, huddles in his chair.His computer has been searched through by Sophia, and the remote control toolbox has been installed. Right now she's fixing his cell phone."Okay," Bruce nods and signals the driver to set off, "I'm coming back now. Keep a close eye on him, any interaction with Mia I want to know.""Yes, Alpha.""I have some questions for him," Bruce loosens his tie and says in a deep voice.Cold sweat breaks out on Robert’s forehead. He heard Bruce, but it sounded like Bruce isn’t coming for