Gabriella's POV

I woke up to the sun rays hitting my eyes harshly. I tried to illuminate the amount of light, but it was too much I couldn't concentrate. I tried to get up, but there was something holding me back. I tried to move my arms, but it was damn useless. It was just too tight, that's when I realized I was tied down with ropes all over me. I tried to scream, but my voice came out muffled. Something was keeping my mouth shut. Right. It was a damn tape.

Watch your language!
A voice in my head yelled, sounding like my mother.

I'm fucking trapped here in the middle of God-knows-where and you tell to watch my language?! Please fuck off. I mentally yelled back.
God why my mental self is so damn annoying?

However, I tried to untie the ropes, but they were too tight. It felt as if blood couldn't reach my hands and feet.
My ass was already sore enough from sitting on the ground for too long. What a nice five stars hotel they were keeping me in!
I heard some feet moving around and then a low chuckle. "Good you're awake now, " I turned my head to my left and saw Zayn sitting on the bed from the other side of the room I was kept in.

I tried to speak, nothing came out, but inaudible muffles.
"Save that pretty little voice of yours to when you'll have your talk with Liam" he smirked. Why do they all smirk? I just want to slap it off their faces. All of them, no exceptions.
The door was opened and a figure walked into the room; who happened to be Harry. He looked over at Zayn.
"Ah she's awake! Good. Now let's untie her and take her to the living room. Liam wants to see her, "
I mentally tsk'd at them. Poor boys. Slaves of the devil. No word, no opinion.

Liam's POV

-6 hours ago-

"What you gonna do now mate?" asked Louis.
"I don't quite know" I answered honestly. "But I'm sure as hell going to show her that she underestimated me!"

"Now that we found her, I mean- you know, we can't keep her trapped in! She's a foreigner after all,"
"What makes her so special if she was a foreigner anyway? But the accent of course!" I spoke- half annoyed.

"Oh Liam, my sweet Liam! Have you like nearly lost your senses?! Her cousin is free out there, she simply could call her parents and you know what they'd do; we can't risk fighting with another government! We're ruling London, yes. But we're only a gang after all. We don't have half of the powers the French government has! They could turn the entire globe against us. Wake up mate!" He was at the edge of yelling.
Wow. He had a point there now.

"Oh right! How did I let all of that slip my mind? How am I supposed to deal with this?" Hell, my mind wasn't processing anything!
"It's whether letting her go for good for both our sake and hers.."
"Or..?" He took a step closer,
"You gotta firm your grip on her. And just as a mini hint; violence isn't the key..."

-Present-

"Well, well, well. I heard you wanted to talk to me, isn't that it your majesty?"
Now she was really getting on my nerves.

Notes

NOTES:
I know there wasn't much action in this chapter and excuse the typos if you see any!
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