Lisa rolled over, preparing to spread her arms and legs and take over the entire bed. She was met with a large, solid man who was curled on his side like a giant labrador. Lisa turned on her side and faced him, a smile starting to form as she watched him sleep.
She swore she'd never be this girl - the kind who swooned for a guy and watched him sleep like a stalker, but here she was. No covers covered his body as they were all twisted around Lisa. He must really like her to sleep with her in the same bed, she thought. She knew she was a terrible sleeper.
It was so rare to see his face without a smile, a weary look, or stony expression. Those were his work masks - but here, with her asleep, he was as unfettered as a child and she loved it. She adored that this moment was hers. Not even his past girlfriends had spent the night intentionally. She knew she was in unchartered territory and she was enjoying every moment.
Before she knew what she was doing, she reached out to touch his cheek softly. He didn't move at all, and Lisa let her hand rest on his face. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, pulling her in abruptly. Lisa squealed and he buried his head in her neck, making her laugh.
"Think you're sneaky there, dontcha missy?" He asked, his voice heavy with sleep. He pulled back and placed both hands on her face, smiling mischievously.
"I know what you were doing you little creep." Lisa blushed and attempted to pull from his grasp but he held on.
"You had a feather on your face, that's all. Don't go getting a big head, Mr. Quinn." Sonny continued to grin, rearranging so that he was now hovering over her, bracing himself on his arms.
"Too late there, Davis. Shouldn't have kissed me in that bar if you didn't want me gettin' a big head." Lisa scoffed and Sonny leaned down to kiss her hard. Lisa wrapped her arms as far around him as she could manage, attempting to bring him closer and savor the warmth of his perpetually hot skin.
"Make yourself presentable." Sonny said, pulling back.
"What?" Lisa said, groggily.
"Wipe off the blood, it's a bad look." Sonny said, his image fading in and out like a TV with bad reception.
"Sonny -" She started, and then was jerked awake.
She opened her eyes and for the fourth time in however many hours or days it had been, she woke in the same dark cellar as before.
"Fuck this place." She muttered. Movement in her peripheral indicated she was not alone and Lisa looked to her left. The man who had spoken to her in the hallway before she was tasered was standing there, a metal bowl and rag in his hands.
He looked at her curiously and Lisa felt a strong urge to punch him like she did his sister.
"I'm Vasyl." He put down the bowl and rag in front of Davis and stepped back.
Davis ignored his greeting and grabbed the rag from the floor. She was so thirsty and worn that the idea of a cold rag sounded heavenly to her regardless of the person who gave it to her.
"Why do you care what I look like?" Davis asked, gingerly using the rag to blot her face.
Vastly stood with his hands clasped in front of him and said, "Your people requested proof of life every 30 minutes until the meeting. In exchange, we chose the meeting place and alerted them to the risks if they bring backup."
Lisa knew that his transparency was not a good thing. There was no way he would be cocky enough to divulge information about their plans if they had planned on letting her leave. Lisa had felt this same way as Jane explained information earlier.
"So what, you think that if they see me without blood and looking tip top that they'll play along?" She fought a groan as she began to tend to the wound at the back of her skull. She rinsed the cloth in the basin and watched as the water turned red immediately.
"Keyword to the agreement was 'unharmed'. What kind of gentleman would I be if I did not hold up my end of the bargain?"
"Oh yeah, just don't tell them about your jackass brother zapping me with a damn cattle prod three times and I'm sure they'll be real reasonable."
"My sister was right about you." Vasyl said, pointing a long finger and tilting his head.
"She said that you were resilient - that you would be hard to break. She said that you were not as strong as your brother Seals and not very -" He stopped, his eyes running the length of her body, "Physically intimidating, but that you were smart. And that you would be the person who could figure out how to decrypt the drive because you pay attention."
"Well your sister may be a lying bitch but it sounds like she thought pretty highly of me. Shame she had to betray her own country."
Vasyl's eyes flashed once before he regained composure, "My little sister is good for her purpose. Everyone in this family has a purpose and we all work as one very well oiled machine. Much like your Bravo."
"Nothing like Bravo." Lisa spat vehemently. "We value honor above all - doing the right thing, above all. You - you and your family value money. You value money and power and you'll abandon all principals to attain it. You run on greed - we run on integrity."
Vasyl crouched to be on Lisa's level and she fought the urge to not lunge forward and drown his head in the small bowl of water in front of her.
"You and your Americans are hypocrites. You come to our country under the pretense of helping - of keeping the peace. You commandeer information regarding weapon stockpiles and terrorist leaders but you only want this to keep the West safe. You don't come here and do this for us - you do this for you. This is not integrity. This is dishonesty. Be honest, Officer. You don't know what your country will do with this information. You choose not to know because if you did, your faith in your precious country may be broken."
Lisa couldn't believe that she was debating the morality of the American military while trapped in an old refrigerator in a decrepit Eastern European country right now.
"Maybe you're right. Maybe a huge reason is to prevent anti-Western attacks. But you and your people are worse - you don't care who dies as long as you make money from these sales. You don't care that you're single handedly funding terrorist groups that hurt innocent people. What are you going to even do with the information if you get it? You'll go get the weapons? Join with this dealer or kill him?"
"Officer, do you even know who we are?"
She didn't want to admit that she was still missing memories from her abduction, so she kept her mouth shut.
"We are everywhere. We are in Russia, we are in Ukraine. Our reach is global and we have members in offices in governments all over the world. Jane is one of many sleeper agents, waiting for intel she could act on to assist her family - blood and chosen."
Lisa was beginning to feel like she was in a bad Cold War movie - the kind that didn't end well for the hostage.
"We are five steps ahead of you and your army. We ambushed an embassy with full protection; all under the noses of the most capable soldiers in America."
Lisa knew Vasyl was toying with her - he clearly knew that she didn't know who he or his family was. He was obviously involved in some mafia or organized crime syndicate - but Lisa had done weeks of research into these families and there were hundreds. Vasyl thought a lot of himself, she knew this. He seemed to have no qualms or worries about facing Bravo shortly. Which organization had Jane said was the most feared in this region? Lisa racked her brain. Suddenly, the memory slammed back into her head like a freight train.
"I know who you are." Lisa said, staring coldly into his eyes. He looked curious, waiting for her to continue.
"You're Bratva."
Vasyl rocked back on is heels and smiled, standing up. He pulled out two phones, handing one to Lisa and motioning for her to hold it up with the clock function already visible. The time and date shown brightly, indicating to Lisa that she had been gone for close to 24 hours now. "To show your boys that the picture is not old", he said, nodding towards the additional phone. He snapped a picture of Lisa before turning and beginning to walk out of the room.
"See you in thirty minutes, Officer." He stopped and turned, looking at her and pointed above his right eye. "You missed a spot."
He spun and walked out the door, shutting it heavily. Lisa put her head in her hands and hoped that her team knew what they were doing.