Warning: This chapter contains slight mentions of physical torture. Read at your own risk.

GAVIN

This is so humiliating.

I never thought a day would come when I would be hiding under a stranger's bed like a fucking creep.

"We need to think of a strategy." Natasha who was lying next to me, under the bed whispered. In case you are wondering, yes, she's the one who came up with this ridiculous idea of hiding under bed. Which was dusty and littered with cobwebs, stinky socks and shoes by the way.

"Couldn't you have thought of a better place to hide?" I whispered, my gaze settling on her form. Cobwebs were tangled in her hair, making her look like a character out of a poorly written horror film.

"Would you have preferred the guy to walk in on us in his apartment? Because that's what would have happened had I not thought of this hiding spot." She murmured.

"Hmm...and whose idea was it to break into his apartment in the first place?" I fired back, irritated by a spider which was crawling on my face. I swatted it off, using the palm of my hand. My face was beginning to feel itchy and I'm pretty sure rashes was splotched on it.

"Gavin, we could play blame games all fucking day under this shitty bed or come up with a strategy on how to take down the black mailer."

"Okay. I would love to hear this strategy..."Before I could complete my sentence, she placed her small dusty palm in front of my mouth, thus halting my speech. Annoyance swam through me as I shot a glare at her. What the fuck? If she didn't want to hear what I had to say, she should have just told me instead of literally blocking my mouth.

"SShhh...someone's coming." She alerted me with a hushed whisper, prompting my eyes to shift to the door which was closed. The door was suddenly pushed open and not one but two pairs of feet sauntered into the room. One of them was a female, judging by the heels on her pedicured feet.

"Pat, are you sure that this is going to work?" The female inquired, strolling towards the bed. He followed close behind. He had worn a pair of faded red converses. They appeared dusty and the sole on the left shoe was worn out. So, the black mailer's name is Pat. That's some place to start.

"Yes babe. I am sure that this will work. I just need to finish this job for him. He promised to pay me good money. We'll be sorted for life." The voice was not masculine as I had expected, in fact it was feminine. Pat is a girl, not a guy? This certainly changes everything.

"I really hope that you are right and that this guy you are working for keeps his word. I just need this plan to work." The lady in heels plopped on the bed, causing it to sink slightly from her weight.

"It will work, babe. We are going to live like queens. I promise you." She joined her on the bed, adding more weight to the creaky bed. "Now, you did not come all the way here dressed like that to just talk."

"You are right. I came here because I miss you."

"I miss you too, Mona."

Next thing we heard were sounds of kissing and moaning as clothes were piled on the floor in front of us. The old, wooden bed squeaked vigorously as the two females carried on with their activities. Please bed, don't collapse on us, was my only prayer in that moment. Felt like I was trapped in a lesbian porn nightmare. At some point, one of them screamed...like really loudly. Pretty sure my ear drums burst.

After what felt like hours, their wild sex finally came to a conclusion. Thank God we made it through in one peace.

"I have to go." One of them said, climbing off the bed.

"Why the hurry babe? Stay in. I'll cook lunch. Then we can cuddle in bed all afternoon." She persuaded.

"I would love to do all that but I can't because I have a day job which I don't wanna be late for. You know how short tempered Rio is. I don't want to give him a reason to insult me or worse." She retorted, picking her sequin dress from the dusty floor and slipping it on.

"If he fucking lays a hand on you...I swear..." She sounded angry.

"What will you do? Kill him? You can't do that because he'll kill you first. You of all people know what Rio is capable of, Pat."

"Babe, I know what that monster can do. It's why I am working my ass off to get you out of there. Give you the life you deserve. I hate that you work for him." She expressed her displeasure for this Rio guy.

"I know and I love you for that. But working for him is the only way to keep us afloat. Speaking of, he just sent me a text. Says, a client is waiting for me. I have to go." She was slipping on her shoe. "Have you seen my other shoe?" She inquired.

"Check under the bed. It must be there."

Fuck.

And yes the shoe was under the bed. You know the same place Natasha and I were hiding. If she peeks and sees us, there is going to be a problem. I glanced at Natasha who was completely calm. She wasn't panicking at all. In fact, a smirk was plastered on her face. 

We are at the brink of getting caught and she is fucking smirking? What the fuck is going through her head right now?

"You'll come out when I tell you to." She whispered then crawled out of hiding with the shoe in her hand. What the fuck?

"Here's your shoe. You're welcome." Natasha stated.

"You? What the fuck are you doing here?" Shock was registered in Pat's voice as she addressed Natasha.

"Pat, who is this girl? And why was she hiding under your bed? Are you having an affair with her?" She sent an array of questions her way.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Natty. A girl that your girlfriend here has been stalking for a while. I think she is in love with me. It's why she invited me here and then had me hide under the bed when you arrived. I'm sorry that you thought you were the only girl in his life." Natasha added kerosene to the blazing flames.

"It's a lie. Don't listen to her babe. She is lying. You know that I love only you." Pat's pleas echoed in the room.

"Really? Then why was she hiding under your bed? How do you explain that?" She was pissed. I could hear it in her voice.

"I don't know how she got in...Babe, I swear she is lying."

"I trusted you, Pat. How could you betray me like this? I don't ever want to see or hear from you again!" Her heels clicked noisily against the stained tiled floor as she hurried out of the room. Pat who had climbed out of bed, grabbed her clothes from the floor and swiftly shrugged them on.

"Mona please wait. I can explain." She followed her girlfriend out of the room.

"You can come out now, Gav." Natasha announced, soon after and without wasting a minute, I crawled out of hiding. "You look worse than shit. Here, take this." She tossed me a towel to dust off my clothes. "Here's what's going to happen..." She explained the plan to me. It was full proof and one that was certain to work.

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"Do you know what you just did?" A very angry Pat walked back into the room. Natasha was seated cross legged on a chair, admiring her finger nails while I was hidden by the opened door, watching and ready to strike with the stun gun.

"Does it hurt? Knowing that the girl you love just dumped you. I know the feeling. I was dumped once too." Natasha commented, getting up from the bed.

"What do you want from me? How did you even get in?" Pat inquired.

"I want answers of why you have been black mailing me. I know it's you Pat. Tracked your phone to this exact location." Natasha spilled.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Pat retorted. She was reaching out for something at the waist band of her jeans. It was a knife. She suddenly pointed the weapon at Natasha, "You think that you can break into my apartment and get away with it? I'll fucking end you!"

"It's a cute little weapon you have there. Have you ever heard of the saying, never bring a knife to a gun fight?" Natasha calmly inquired.

"The way I see it you don't have a gun." Pat confidently spat.

"True. But my friend over there has one and he knows how to use it really well. NOW!" Natasha gave the signal I needed and without hesitating, I activated the stun gun by pulling the trigger. Two metal prongs sprung from the weapon and stuck to the back of her neck. Her body shook violently as the electricity from the gun shocked her. The knife dropped from her hand and onto the floor. Seconds later, her limp body followed.

"Nice job." Natasha complimented me as we strolled towards the unconscious body.

"Thank you." I said, glancing at the culprit who appeared to be in her teens.

"All this time I thought the black mailer was a guy. How fucking sexist of me." Natasha stated with a chuckle. "And her name is Pat. What kind of name is that?"

"Could be short for Patricia or Patroba." I shrugged.

"Yeah. Now, let's tie her up in a chair then when she wakes up, we'll interrogate her. You'll be the good cop and I'll be the bad cop." She declared.

"Why do I get to be the good cop?"

"Will you be able to cut off her toes if she refuses to cooperate?" Natasha shot the question at me.

"No. That's gross and twisted." I shuddered at the mental image.

"Well, then you have your answer Gavin." She concluded, grabbing Pat's hands and dragging her unconscious body across the room. "A little help here?" She directed the question at me. I helped her carry and place the body on the chair.

***

While passed out and tied to the chair, I inspected her closely. She had short black hair which was dyed green at the edges. A silver piercing was peeking from her perfectly trimmed eye brow. A linear scar crossed her left cheek which was slim and bony. A large butterfly tattoo was engraved on the side of her neck. I flinched, imagining the pain she must have endured to have it there.

"How much longer do you think she's going to be passed out? It's been almost an hour. Do you think that maybe I used too much electricity on her?" I shot the questions at Natasha who was attempting to override the password of Pat's laptop but failing each time. She shoved the laptop on the bed, frustration oozing from her.

"I got an idea." She got up from the bed and scurried out of the room. Minutes later, she walked in with a mug of water. She splashed the cold liquid on the lass. As though woken up from a nightmare, she opened her eyes, gasping for breath. The water drenched her face, washing off the thick layers of eyeliner from her eyes. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Patty." Natasha decreed.

She tried to move but was restricted with the restraints. Her legs and hands were tied to the chair.

"In a hurry to go somewhere?" I inquired.

"Get me out of this fucking chair!" She yelled.

"Not until you answer some of the questions we have for you." I explained as calmly as I possibly could.

"I am not going to answer a damn question!" She rudely proclaimed then literally spat on my face. Her saliva was glued to my face causing me to feel like throwing up. Natasha handed me a handkerchief which I used to wipe the saliva off my face.

"My friend tried asking nicely but you love being rude, do you. Don't worry, I know just the cure." Natasha slapped her across the face. Hard. That it echoed throughout the apartment.

"I should have slit your throat when I had the chance!" She screamed, rage clouding her eyes. Like a restrained animal, she aggressively tried to free herself and pounce on Natasha.

"Too bad you can't do it because you are tied to a fucking chair." Natasha mocked.

"Why don't you untie me and see what I will do to you." She challenged.

"Tempting offer but no. Right now, I need you to start spilling why you were black mailing me. Also, what's the fucking password for this laptop?" Natasha was full on detective mode.

"Suck my clit you fucking shit." She hissed.

"Okay then, Patty." Natasha grabbed the knife which was lying on the floor and then placed its sharp blade on Pat's exposed toes. "For every question that you refused to answer, I cut a toe."

"You're bluffing bitch."

"Am I?" And just like that, Natasha literally chopped off two toes. Fresh blood spurt from the spot where the two toes originally occupied.

"You psycho! You fucking cut my toes!" Pat screamed and cried.

"Still think I'm bluffing?"

"No..." She was crying in pain. Blood from her wound pooled at her feet.

"Now start talking. Tell me everything. Starting with the password."

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A/N

Hahaaaaah. This has got to be one of the funniest chapters I have ever written. Really enjoyed working on this one. And that title, It's the best. Looks like we have a new character, Pat, and she has quite the attitude. I wonder what truth she has in store for Gav and Natty. Stick around to find out my loves.

Next chapter should be Carl's POV, right? Lemme know in the comments.

Love you all and have a fantastic day.