Not Your Babygirl

When I opened my eyes, I discovered myself lying on a couch. I rubbed my tired eyes and looked around and found myself in a room.

It looked like an office room but was almost different and expensive looking.

There was a big wooden table in the middle of the room with many files and papers on it, a big comfortable-looking leather chair behind the desk, and a few pairs of couches.

But the different thing was, instead of a bookshelf, there were two glass shelves on the right side of the room and they contained weapons like different kinds of bombs, snipers, bullets, guns, and knives. Red lights were on in every case.

Horrible.

My eyes went wide when I understood I was in Nicolas' office.

When I placed my feet on the floor, I winched in pain and noticed both were wrapped up with bandages.

A long sigh escaped from my lips while I stood up carefully, and made my way towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Though it hurt but I ignored the pain.

The midnight Rome city was still alive. The