A hand covered my mouth and my eyes bolted opened to see a pistol just centimeters away pointing directly to my nose. Without hesitation, I quickly wrapped my leg around the person's arm and twist it causing them to lose a grip on the gun. I quickly took the gun in my hand and pinned the person's arm behind their back with my leg.

"Moved and I'll break your arm," I hissed pointing my pistol at person's head that was shoved up against the bed. I then let out a growl as I realized who it was. "What the actual fuck Vincent?" I shouted at him still keeping him in the pinned position.

"Just checking your reflexes," he replied before he quickly spun around and disarmed me before pinning me down on the bed. He then looked down at our position as he was on top me. A smirk rose to his lips as his eyes trailed back to mine. "You know, we could do some exploring," he playful replied as he leaned closer to me.

"Oh really," I smirked back before biting my bottom lip. His eyes darted to my lip and all I saw was lust. Using that to my advantage, I used my leg to kick him off me which only resulted in him crashing to the floor.

He let out a grunt as he felt to the floor. Peeking over the bed I looked down to see he landed on his back. "How does the floor feel?" I teased.

A smirk found its way back on his lips. "I don't know," he shrugged, "You tell me." Before I could respond, he pulled me off the bed causing me to squeal as I land on top of him.

"Not cool Vincent," I whined as I went to get off him but his hand held me in place. I felt shivers as his hands glide up and down my upper leg. "What do you remember from yesterday?" he asked as he rubbed my leg in a circular motion.

I thought back a bit before answering. "Just us driving home and you showering me and putting me to bed," I informed him.

"That's all?" he asked. I thought a bit harder before nodding my head, "Why? Did anything else happened?" I asked a bit panicked.

He shook his head, "No, nothing happened. I just wanted to test your memory."

"Oh," was all I managed to say.

A few seconds fold by as him just staring at me and rubbing my leg in a circular motion. I would be creep out right now but something about his touch made me love it. I felt myself burning inside everything he touched me. It wasn't a bad burning sensation. It felt like a burn of a kiss yet addicting.

"I need you to get off me before I get a boner," he spoke in a stern voice. I felt my cheeks heating up and I quickly got off him which only made him chuckle. "I was expecting you to stay on me or challenge me or something," he admitted.

I shook my head, "I rather stay on my bed. At least I know it wouldn't attack me," I stated before I crashed my face into my pillow. "Well it looks like you leg is better. I got you breakfast. It's in the living room," he informed me. I turned my head to look at him with a smile, "Thank you."

He nodded and fixed his shirt. I then realized he was wearing a tux. Man he looks sexy like a damn Angel sent from heaven. So handsome.

He then shot me a smirk as he saw I was drooling over him. I quickly looked away and buried my face in my pillow.

Handsome but evil.

"Alright, I got to go to a meeting with Charlie. Please stay inside and just rest. The ball is tonight. If you need me, I'm just a call away. I went ahead and put my name and number into your new phone," he stated. I state up and looked at him with my eyebrow raised, "New phone? What happened to my other phone?"

"Broke in the car crash. Remember what I said. Stay inside and call me if you need anything. Don't go snooping around when I'm not here. It's unsafe especially since you don't remember anything. This also includes staying out of Charlie's room," he sent a warning glare at me.

I lifted up my hands in surrender, "Fine. Might as well put me on a leash," I mumbled.

A smug look took over his face, "Then you'll be my bitch."

I let out a face grunt and held my leg as if I was in pain. He quickly rushed over to me and examined my leg. "How strong is the pain?" he questioned as his hand glide over the closed wound. I let out a chuckle causing him to look up at me. He then rolled his eyes, "That's fucked up."

"Who's the bitch now?" I asked teasing him as he walked out the room to leave. "Ha, ha. Very funny. Fuck you Skylar Marran!" he shouted which only caused me to laugh more.

"Fuck you too Vincent Davis," I shouted back before he could shut the door.

Some time past by and I decided to get up, brush my teeth and shower. After finish showering, I got into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before eating the breakfast Vincent had got for me which was pancakes and bacon. Finishing up my breakfast, I grabbed my phone and walked into the secret closet before plopping down in the computer chair as I watched the security cameras. My eyes flickered to Charlie's camera which I had set up. My eyes focused on the camera with the guy in the cage.

My mind flashed back to the moment where Charlie had locked himself in the closet then came out with bloody knuckles moments later. Leaning forward, I felt drawn to the camera. I needed to find out that guy. I needed to help him and take down Charlie's whole operation. We've been here for almost three days and all we know is about a guy in a cage. I needed to know more. Pulling out my phone, I texted Vincent.

Me: How long is the meet and where is it?

A few minutes past by before he answered.

Vincent: About 2 hours and its just a building away. Why?

Me: No reason just curious

Vincent: Please don't do anything stupid or get caught. Just stay in the room and we'll do it together

Me: I'm not leaving the room and I need to shower. Ttyl

Vincent: Send me pics ;)

Me: *inserts gifs*

Vincent: -_- Why do I even bother?

Me: Cause you thirsty puta. Byyyeee

Locking my phone, I got out the chair and grabbed some of the gadgets. I grabbed two stickers with camera and audio, a flash drive, and a glasses with a camera in them along with audio. Looking around, I grabbed a pen and a watch. Looking at the pen I saw it only gave me 5 minutes to hide from the camera. I needed more time. Opening it up, I turned the timer up and fixed the pen bag. I quickly threw on sneakers and headed for the door.

"Gloves!" I mumbled as I ran back to the room and slipped on a thin pair of clear gloves so my finger print wouldn't be left behind. 

Walking to the door, I looked at my watch and clicked on the pen before exiting the room. Running through the halls, I ran up the stairs and to Charlie's room. Looking around, I saw no one was around. Quickly using my telekinesis, I unlocked his door and walked in before shutting it and locking it back.

I spent half an hour running around the room searching for any type of evidence there might be but I found nothing. Letting out a sigh of frustration, I walked over to the closet and opened the doors to see the security cameras. I then did what Charlie did. I pushed myself into the closet and shut the door behind me. Something started to click in the closet and I looked to the left of me to see a padlock. Flipping it open, I saw that it was a finger print scanner for the thumb.

"For fuck sake!" I mumbled as I opened back the door causing the padlock to disappear. 

Looking around the room, I grabbed a piece of tape and searched around for some sort of powder. Finally finding some powder, I walked over to the door knob. Using my powers, I created a barrier under the door knob so the powder wouldn't land on the floor. Sprinkling some powder on, I gentle blew the access away. 

Finding the thumb print, I stuck the tape on it and peeled it off before sticking another tap on the sticky side. Cleaning up the area and putting back everything, I walked back to the closet and locked myself in causing the padlock to appear again.

I held the tape against my hand and let the padlock scanned it. Another click went off and the floor below me along with the shelves of cameras started to rotate with me. As I was behind turned, I saw a bright room full of much more monitors and files. I clicked the button on the side of my glass to record. 

Walking up to one of the many monitors, I looked at the file to see it was all chemistry. The next monitor had a screen full of different ways to make a rocket. I read over the next screen to see it was a document for shipping pieces of the rocket from South America to the UK. 

Scrolling through the documents, saw they were planning to uses these rockets within now to next week. They just had to finish the correct chemical mixture in order to activate the rocket. Their target was the U.S then part of Russia. I plugged in the flash drive and copied over every document before saving it on the flash drive. 

My eyes then landed on a separate monitor which had a clearer image of the guy in the cage. He was currently laying on the ground. Looking around the room, I saw there was a metal door. Walking around the room, I paused every camera of Charlie before I walked over to the door.

Walking over to it, I turned the handle and saw another door. I walked over to the next door causing the door behind me to shut. Opening the second door, it revealed a dimly lite room. In the center of the room was the guy in the cage. Quietly walking up to the cage, I lowered my self to get a better look at the guy.

"Grayson?" I called in a soft voice. 

I couldn't help but realized how stupid I am. What if he wakes up and sees me then wants to be set free? As much as I wanted to release him, I needed more evidence about this operation before he's set free. If I set him free, Charlie would go crazy and things may take a different turn.

I went to get up but Grayson had quickly gotten up and grip my neck with one arm through the bars. He then stood up and I was now struggling to breathe as he was holding me in mid-air. "Who are you? Never mind that, unlock the fucking cage," he hissed out.

Do I lie hoping he would put me down or tell him I can't?

"I don't have the key," I breathe out. I watched as anger took over him and his grip around my throat tightened causing me to gasp for air. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you now?" he hissed.

"Here...to...help," I breathe out through his death grip. He let out a scoff, "If you were here, you would have bought the key."

I shook my head, "Please...let me explain," I begged. I knew I could use my telekinesis to get out of this but I needed him to trust me. He loosed his grip around my neck and glared behind me to the ground. "Reach the cuffs," he ordered. I looked behind me to see a pair of handcuffs just 3 feet away. Grayson's grip on my neck loosened causing me to gasp for air but his grip was now on my wrist.

"Trust issue much?" I mumbled as I grabbed the cuffs. I was then slammed into the cage to meet a pissed off Grayson. "I'm giving you a chance to explain. Don't blow it," he hissed as he cuffed my wrist and his. I stared down at our wrist in disbelief, "Where's the key?" I asked jiggling our cuffed hands together. He just shrugged and I let out a frustrated groan.

"Now explain who are you and how are you planning to help me," he spoke in a firm tone. I letting out a sigh, I sat on the ground with my legs crossed in front the cage. I looked up at my hand which was in the air since Grayson was still standing. I gestured him to sit to which he rolled his eyes before complying.

"Before I tell you anything, I need you to do me a favor. Actually two favors. One is not to tell Charlie I was here and two would be to tell me everything you know," I stated as I stuck my hand out.

Grayson stared at my hand before shaking it, "Deal."

"Right, well I've been told that you came here with some guy who then left without you. Is that true?" I asked.

I watched as he tensed up a bit at my questioning, "Yes. I came here with my so called business partner. Turns out I was the bidding piece. They want me to correct the chemical mixture for their rockets. I declined so now that puts us here. What's your name and why are you here?" he asked.

"My name is Skylar Marran and I'm here on a mission to stop the rocket. I'm from a special organization within the government to stop things that that. I'm currently disguised as a designer and my partner on this mission is playing the role of my husband and an architecture. We need evidence of what Charlie and his wife is doing before we could take them out," I explained.

His eyebrow rose, "Aren't you younger than me?"

I nodded, "Yes, I'm 24 and you'd be surprise at what I can do. How long have you been here?" I asked.

"I came here in the end of March. What month are we in?"

"Ending of May," I frowned, "Out of curiosity, how were you so strong to hold me? I mean I thought you would be weak," I admitted causing him to chuckle. "As much as they want answers from me, they still feed me. There's that and I had combat training when I was small," he admitted.

My eyebrow rose, "They?"

He nodded, "Isabella comes in here once in a while to try and seduce me as a way to get the answers out."

I couldn't help but growl. I didn't know why but it felt like some memory of her was pissing me off just thinking of her. "So when am I getting out?" he asked.

"Like I said, I need to find evidence. I also need to find were this rocket is being built," I informed him. "The rocket is underground in one of these buildings. I don't know which one though."

I let out a sigh, "I wish I could just kill these people and set them free. This mission is stressing me the fuck out," I growled in anger. A smug look took over his face, "They make you sick, huh?" he asked referring to the people.

I nodded, "Not only that but a car ran into me and my driver. I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. I forgot every detail about my partner so it makes things much worst. To top it all, they don't know who crashed into us. Like you got fucking guards everywhere and you don't know anything?" I scoffed.

"You're so casual," Grayson mumbled. My eyebrow rose, "How so?"

"Well for one, you're cuffed to me and it doesn't really bother you and you're ranting as if we've known each other for some time," he admitted. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled to which he shook his head with a laugh, "Don't be. I don't mind. It's nice talking to someone else for a change," he smiled.

I nodded in understanding, "I'm just a bit surprised you haven't plead for me to let you out the cage."

"Well, I trust that you'll set me free after all of this then we can go grab coffee after but you really need to stop those rockets and kill these people," he bluntly replied. I nodded as I agreed with his statement.