Rose's pov
"Ugh what time is it?" I muttered, still half asleep. I sat up rubbing my eyes.
"Oh I'm not sure. Around noon maybe. More importantly how long do you think it will take us to get you into prison?" Said a voice coming from the other side of the room.
"What do yo- oh. Oh sh*t." I muttered as memories came back to me. Sure enough when I opened my eyes I saw Dimitri sitting in one of the hotel chairs. He was glaring, he had his arms crossed over his chest, a tight black T-shirt, so basically he looked badass.
"Yeah. See first I went into the woods. By the way your friend Lissa is worried about you, and smart enough to know how long it takes to trace a call. Then I started to look around the town. But you know what?" He paused, I assumed for dramatic affect. I could hear the anger in his voice. Someone didn't like having his prisoners escape him. "I realized that you would get lost in the woods, so that would be pointless. Also you wouldn't want to be seen in the town. So you would try to hide somewhere close by. So I got permission to search all the rooms with no occupants." He then sighed and looked exasperated. "Now let's hear the sarcastic comment." He knew me so well.
"You know Comrade, you remind me of my seventh grade teacher when you say occupants." Was what I said. It wasn't even meant to be sarcastic. He simply raised an eyebrow at me. "Well you do. He said that a lot . . . for some reason." I really didn't know. Then again I never really paid attention in his class. The guy was crazy. He once threw cat food at us. I think his name was Stan or something.
"Really I just wasted a good few hours looking for you, and all you have to say to me is that I remind you of your seventh grade teacher?" He looked annoyed. He probably didn't get enough sleep last night sense he wasted his time looking for me.
"Well I could also tell you that even though you look hot in your cop uniform, I'm loving that shirt on you." I said looking at how it clung showing how muscled he was. He rolled his eyes at this statement. "Oh yeah, and I'm not giving you back your hat. Ever." I said as I picked it up, and held it close to myself in a possessive manner.
"If I didn't know what you were capable of" I assumed he was talking about my blowing up his station. "I would think that you were five."
Lots of people thought that. Instead of answering him I started to try thinking of a way to get away from him long enough to get to my friends.
"If you're thinking about escaping go ahead. The door is open." He said.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. The door is right there. Go. Before I change my mind." He gestured to the door. Did he really think I would fall for that?
"How stupid do you think I am?" I asked with venom in my tone. "The only reason you would let me leave would be if you believed me- which you showed me quite clearly that you don't- or if you were hoping to follow me to my friends so that you could get all of us." I was glaring at him through the whole thing. Mentioning my friends made me think of something though. "Wait what did you mean about my friend Lissa?"
"Very good on figuring out the plan. Wasn't Lissa the one that you had with you when you blew up my station? Anyway what I meant by that was that you left your phone with me, and she called. She also hung up around the time it takes to trace a call after she found out you weren't on the phone."
"Well duh. Do you really think she would stay on long after she found out she was talking to a cop?" I retorted.
"Whatever. Come on." Wait what? He pulled my off the bed I was in by my wrist, and then put the handcuffs on. Well that was fast.
"You know most of the time all the talking is what lets bad guys get away in movies, but here it helped you. Kinda funny." I said trying to think of ways to get out of this.
"So are you admitting to being the bad guy?" He asked me.
"Do you get a kick out of twisting people's words? That's not what I said. I said in movies talking usually helps the bad guy get away. I didn't say I was one. Though I will admit I was trying to find a way to get out of here just as I am now." I said as we got in the elevator.
"And how is that going for you?" He asked me in a voice that said he didn't care either way because he wasn't letting his guard down again.
"Not that well, but I'm not giving up."
"I didn't think you would give up. Some one that aims a gun at a man's balls isn't really the kind of person to give up." He said. Did he just try to make a joke? He didn't seem like the joking type.
"Oh shut up. I have heels bigger than your dick." I said rolling my eyes. He gave me a look. "Well are you nine inches?" I asked defiantly.
He looked at me in disbelief as we got into his car. "There is no way you could walk in nine inch heels."
"Wanna bet? I can do more than just walk in them. I could beat Mason in a race with those things on, and he is a fast runner."
"Was he that red headed one that ran away from me in the subway?" Dimitri asked me. I nodded. "Yeah he is fast. How could you beat him in heels that high?" I just shrugged.
And then I screamed because there was a truck coming right at us. That's when the world went dark.
