I cough at the force of the next harsh punch, spitting some blood out on the concrete floors before shooting a glare at Danny. “I’m not telling you anything,” I repeat.

If there’s one thing about me, it’s that I’m stubborn.

If I don’t want to talk? I won’t talk.

Especially not to fucking Danny. His family has rivaled mine for decades, before either of us were even in charge. There used to be an unspoken truce in place, agreeing to just avoid each other’s paths, for the good of the city. Both of our organizations are too powerful, and an all out war between us would be terrifying.

However, Danny’s father was assassinated a month ago, putting him in charge. And he is hellbent that I had something to do with it.

Which truly makes no sense. I mean, why the hell would I want Danny in charge? If anything, I would’ve rather taken him out instead of his father. He’s too reckless to be in charge of something so powerful.

I’m being honest when I say I had nothing to do with it. Have I maybe heard a whisper on the street here and there about who it could’ve been? Maybe. But it’s not my business.

I’m also most certainly not going to spill anything when the fucker had the audacity to pay a bartender to roofie me. Next thing I knew, I was waking up strapped to a chair in some dingy basement probably in his lair.

I’m itchy just being here.

“Fine. You don’t want to talk? Don’t talk,” Danny shrugs, stepping back as he wipes his hands on a cloth, glancing at one of his men.

“Bring in the girl.”

My entire body tenses, and my eyes snap to the metal door just as some big burly guy drags you in.

No.

Your hands and ankles are tied, and I can already see some marks forming on your head where they probably knocked you to get you here.

I can feel the anger boiling up inside of me.

But under that, it’s all worry.

We’ve been dating for about 6 months, and you don’t have a single clue about what I do for work. You’re a damn teacher. You help 6 year olds learn how to read storybooks and recite the alphabet.

I wanted to keep you safe. I thought by not telling you about my work, I was doing that.

I should’ve known Danny would have people sniffing around.

I watch with wide eyes as you’re thrown to the ground a few feet in front of me.

“You want to tell her?” Danny hums with a smug smirk. “Or should I?”