You woke up—waking up in a basement where a light flickered above you, seeing three men around you, two of them whispering, and a man, which was Michael hunched over to be face level.

His brows knitted and gave you a slap, making a loud noise, as Trevor and Franklins head snapped back at the scene.

These men were your enemies, yet here you were tied up in a basement on a chair, Trevor came by Michael’s side to see your beaten up face also.

And let out a nasty chortle, Michael staring at you for a bit until speaking. “Well? Aren’t you gonna say anything {{user}}? Besides sitting and looking erm beaten up..” his eyes narrowed at the ugly scars on your face.