Grey's POV-
I woke up with a killer headache, my neck and arms throbbed while I practically felt my heart beat in my toes.
I groaned when suddenly I realized.
I'm not in my bed.
I'm not in my home.
Oh yeah that's right I was drugged and kidnaped last night.
All of a sudden a view of men came into sight, all staring at me.
Aye...
They were all very attractive, there were three of them, and I noticed they all had guns strapped to their belts.
"Oh fück." I muttered. What have I gotten myself into?
"You don't seem surprised." One of them muttered, he had light brown hair and green blue eyes, he like all the others had a big strong build.
"Should I be?" I mumbled.
I knew all what they were going to ask me, but I was usually the interrogator in these situations, not the one being interrogated.
"Who are you?" Another one asked.
"Is that relevant?" I shot back.
"How old are you?"
"Old enough"
"Did you see the numbers on that paper?"
I smiled innocently, "I'm sorry what paper?"
"This is no time for games little girl,
You could get killed now I'm going to ask politely. Who the fück are you?"
I like this little temper of his.
I pursed my lips "you really don't want to know."
A new voice suddenly erupted and I turned my head to see him.
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