I woke up to the sound is distant voices speaking. It sounded like two people arguing back and forth.

I struggled to open my eyes but I finally manged to, only to almost be blinded by a bright light.

My head was heavy and I felt nauseous. I didn't get drunk, did I ?

Then I remembered what had happened. Liam had called me, saying that Dante was hurt.

Liam set me up ? He called me to a hospital, and somehow I am kidnapped now ? That's when I connected the dots and saw the bigger picture.

No way...it's Liam. He is the mole; it's been him all along. The reason that the recorders weren't working, the reason that Kim is being followed. It's him.

How could he ? I should've seen this sooner. I should've wondered why he would call me, out of all the people I know.

He's been ignoring all of us for a while. The thing about Liam is that he can't keep secrets; he has to tell others.

So he just found it easier to ignore us. But he's working for Dmitri and Elijah ? Why ?

As my eyes got adjusted to the light, I took in the appearance of my surroundings.

I was in a dark room with a large metal door to the side. My hands were handcuffed to a table I was sitting at, with strong chains.

This almost looked like an interrogation room that you see in movies.

Except this place doesn't have that one way glass thing and the room smells dank. Like someone died in here.

Oh dear God ! Please help me. I promise I will stop stomping on tiny ants in the park for fun, just please help me out of here.

Being the brainless person that I am, and not knowing what else to do, I screamed at the top of my voice.

"I'm awake now, bitches ! Come talk to me !"

As soon as I did that, I regretted it because an angry man entered the room. By angry, I mean furious. Seriously ! He's looking at me like I killed his cat.

He looked extremely muscular. So strong that it felt like he could choke you with his pinky finger.

Okay, I might have exaggerated a little bit. Maybe not that much. But you get what I mean.

"What ?" The guy snarled.

"What do you want with me ?" I ask, mustering up all the courage I have.

"I can think of many things..." He leered, looking at me up and down. Pervert.

"Listen to me, you psychotic dude ! You need to learn to treat women with resp-" I snapped, until I was interrupted with that oh so familiar voice.

"What's going on here ?" Liam's voice was heard.

"N-n-nothing, Sir. She called for someone." The hulk-like man stuttered.

"I don't care, Russ ! I told you not to enter this room. Now, go !" Liam shouted at the man, pointing to the door.

The guy, who I now know is named Russ, scurried off and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

To be honest, I would rather sit in this room with that guy rather than this back-biting snitch in here.

"How have you been, Azalea ?" Liam asked in a cheerful voice, like he didn't just betray me. The nerve of this man.

"Oh, you know, just handcuffed to a table in a place I don't know, talking to a person I don't know, who has been a back-stabbing me and all this while." I asked, my voice laced with venom.

I have no words....Ever since the death of my parents, all I ever had was Liam. He was the one that was there for me through thick and thin.

Initially, he didn't know why I always used to be sad or why I would just cry at random times; but he was always the one that brought ice cream for me, the one that helped me through my darkest times.

I refuse to believe that he is on their side willingly.

In all honesty, I'm heartbroken. I will never admit it to anyone and neither will I let him know that he won by giving away my facial expressions.

Showing how I really feel will make me look inferior; something I don't want. Anyway, I can't think of him now.

"Aw..is someone angry ?" Liam cooed in a teasing tone.

I ignored him and looked around discreetly, trying to search for an escape.

A while later, the sound of metal rubbing against metal drew my attention towards the door.

When the door opened, I saw him. His messy hair was a chestnut brown color with gray strands here and there.

He looked to be about forty years old. His gray malicious orbs bore into my blue ones.

He looked oddly familiar. Then it suddenly hit me. That's Elijah.

When Elijah entered the room, Liam seemed to look uncomfortable; all the confidence he had was a few minutes ago, vanished into thin air. That's uncanny...

"I'll leave now." Liam mumbled, taking big strides to the door. Once he did, Elijah looked at me and smiled.

It wasn't a weird and creepy smile that scared the shit out of other people.

It was a warm smile; a welcoming one. He seemed like he was looking at me with....adoration ?

Okay, if I wasn't confused before, I definitely am now.

Don't normal villains look at the people that they're about to torture with a smirk that says, 'I am going to kill you.' or something ?

Too many movies you've been watching, Azalea ! I'm kinda hungry too.

You're alone in a room with one of the most dangerous people in the world and all you can think about is food ?

"You look just like her." He whispered.

What does he mean ? Who do I look like ?

"Hello, Azalea. It's nice to finally meet you, my daughter."

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