Chapter 42: Light

"Don't you dare f*cking hurt our lady or I'll break through these bars and rip your f*cking heads off!" Michael growled, and I could hear him yanking at the gate of his and Quinton's prison cell.

My eyes were shut, and I was pretending to be unconscious. There was blood dripping from my lips from where I had bit my cheek, and I hoped that it looked convincing enough for these men to believe I was hurt enough to die.

I heard a loud clang as one of the Riot members slammed something made of metal - probably a gun - against the bars. "Shut the f*ck up!"

My gate was swung open in an urgent haste, and I was lifted up by someone rather harshly. They smelled of cigarettes and sweat.

"Larry, you dumb f*ck! You can't just pick the b*tch up like that! You'll make whatever the f*ck is wrong with her worse!" yelled the one.