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He walks over and gets right up into my face. His whole attitude changes.

“I need some answers, Nine. We’re losing time. This isn’t going to end well if you don’t help me, especially if that’s who I think it is upstairs.”

His tone scares the shit out of me.

“I don’t know what you want. I don’t work for anyone. I never met that guy before last night. I know nothing. Just tell me what to do. I’ll cooperate if you let me go. Nobody has to know about what happened. It’s between you and me.” I’m just spouting off in fear now.

“Fuck!” Trig yells, and walks out of the room. Bones peeks in and shakes his head at me before closing and locking the door.

I sit here replaying last night in my head. What information does, Trig want from me? I have nothing to offer. I’m going crazy here wondering who’s upstairs. Is it the person who wants me dead? Twenty minutes or so passes and the door swings open and in walks Trig, Bones and another man who makes my heart stop. He’s tall, husky, and has a scar that runs down one side of his face. He stands before me in an all-white suit. His dark eyes set upon me like a tiger does to a gazelle.

“The girl who goes by Nine. That’s cute.” He pauses and looks at Trig and then back to me. My spine shrinks and my legs shake with just one stare. “Do you know who I am?” he asks.

I shake my head. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears now.

“On the streets they call me, The Savior.”

My eyes widen and my heart quickens. I’ve heard rumors of this guy. He’s the top drug dealer in this area and he’s ruthless. People would have to be insane to mess with him.

“Oh, you’ve heard of me. Perfect. That makes my job here easier.”

He grabs a lock of my red hair and twirls it around his finger.

“Nine, I have a problem and I need your help.”

I look at Trig and then over to Bones. They remain perfectly still like statues.

“Your buddy Victor took something really important to me. Something that is worth a lot of money. I would be forever in your debt if you told me where I can find my drugs at.”

“I-I-I don’t know anything. He’s not my buddy. I just met him last night.”

The Savior laughs at me. He bends over and places his hands on both sides of my face.

“You’re such a pretty girl. It would be a shame to have to cut the skin off your face for lying. We both know you work for him. So again, I ask you this, where are my drugs?”

“I’m telling the truth,” I quickly reply. “I work for myself.”

“Shhhhhh,” he places his finger to my mouth. “Bones, hand me a knife,” he commands.

Bones takes a knife out of his pocket and hands it over to the psycho.

“I don’t know anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I start to panic.

I look to Trig for help, but he’s staring off into the distance. I start to cry.

“You leave me no option, Nine. Maybe after a few incisions you’ll remember something.”

The knife comes toward my face and I close my eyes in fear.

“Stop,” Trig says. “Let me have the honor. It was my brother after all.”

I flash open my eyes and look around. The Savior stands up and hands the knife over to Trig. He shakes his head. “Not my style. I like to deliver death quick and clean.”

Trig looks at me and then back to The Savior. “Victor gave her drugs. She’s just coming off of them. Give me twenty fours and if she doesn’t give, I’ll kill her execution style on your dinner table.”

The Savior nods his head with acceptance. He looks back to me and then steps closer. He puts both hands on my shoulders.

“It would really be a pity to kill you. I could make a lot of money off you, honey. You should thank Trig. He just bought you twenty-four hours. I suggest you use that time wisely.”

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