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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Agent Sun

The walk had been so long, that my eyes were starting to droop.
Grey walls surrounded my vision as Chance led me to his supposed boss.

My feet were chained together by titanium clasps, only allowing me to walk one foot after the other, wrists in handcuffs locked by a finger pad password.

My eyes almost fluttered close before I had been jolted upward by Chance's hold on the handcuffs.

I looked up and my gaze was met by a huge white door.

"In you go."

Chance opened the door and pushed me in, closing the door, and leaving.

My heartbeat quickened its pace. I don't know what to do.

These past few weeks, I've been weak.

The fast food, I've barely eaten.

My muscles weren't stretched.

And the quiet inside the cell just tortured me with nightmares every single time my eyes had the chance of closing.

I lost everything that I've been fighting for.

No doubt, the boys are held captive by this boss man.

I've been away for so long, that even the possibility of them being dead already crept into my mind multiple times.

Who did Cyrus assign to them now?

Are they still breathing?

Did the boss have them?

What did this boss want with me?

Too many questions.

Questions that I did not have the answer to.

Questions that I couldn't know the answer to.

Questions that made me question the purpose of my own existence.

"Agent Sun." I heard an all too familiar voice speak.

I looked up in complete utter shock.

The man behind the black office table.

"Grey?"

I waited for a sinister smile to form on his face, but it never came. Instead, he gave me a warm smile.

I looked at him confusedly.

My heartbeat quickened its pace once more.

"Come here, babe."

I did as I was told.

Usually, I do not.

But I'm in chains, weak, with no weapons.

I sat on the chair in front of his table and stared at the floor.

"How are you?"

Is he fucking insane?

Excuse me, but what the fuck?!

He kept me in chains, inside a cell, not to mention the fact that he was the one responsible for the boy's almost death during the fire.

I kept my mouth shut, unmoving.

"Don't be like that, babe. Please speak to me." He pleaded.

I felt him stand up and move over to where I was at.

"Babe." He tilted my chin up so I'd meet his gaze.

Oh how badly I wanted to snap at him for calling me babe.