Chapter sixty-six

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"You don't know me." I bit back, he raised an eyebrow as if my words proved his pointless statement.

"Tomorrow Damian's taking you in his club." he stated, I swallow down my anxiety, "It's easier to snatch you from there than it is here. We'll see each other again tomorrow night, you won't run into risk until then but I will help Liam get in and then out with you just in time." he honestly told me. "You'll have to be more calm though and don't make Damian angry." he saw my hateful stare so he continued with his fed up expression, "I'm trying to help you here. He will wait for you to fuck it up just because he wants to punish you. If I were you I would consider on keeping my mouth shut unless you want him to sell you to someone for the night and then you're in deep shit."

I sighed heavily, seeing where he's coming from.

"I'm not sure I can trust you." I mumble groggily minutes later, I felt sleepy and the room was very warm and cozy despite the purpose it serves for. It's way better than the concrete room.

I'm suspicious but very glad that Liam has thought about getting me out of here.

"I haven't done anything to harm you." he shrugged, "You will have to accept my help."

Then silence but I couldn't take it. I have been alone with my thoughts for a long time and it doesn't do me well.

"So... Did you hear about...?" I mumble hurt but want to know if he did while I'm peering at him.

His eyes fall to the ground looking pensive, then he nods with a solemn stare, "Yeah, I mean I haven't seen his body." he averts his eyes back to mine, "But I heard they got him pretty bad. It's very depressing, Zayn was too young and powerful to die but that made him a target to many..." he stopped when he noticed my face wrinkling in emotional pain and moved my head down.

I've come to conclusion that the mere thought of him brought me to tears and I will forever feel like this because of him. Of course the denial I felt was still going very strong.

"By the way Alice wanted to talk with you, so here have my phone but make it quick." he distracted me, I perk up at her name.

Nick rings her and then he spoke a bit with her before I can take it from him.

"Alice?" I bit my lip and furrow my eyebrows.

"Liv are you okay? They couldn't do anything to you right? I'm so sorry. I'm glad you're good and that Nick is there now, we immediately made everyone track you down until we found out where you were. I shouldn't have left and I feel so horrible and guilty. There were so many men attacking us-"

"Okay, okay. Wait." I try to calm her, I had no clue what had happened but I was sure it wasn't her fault she had to go, if anything that was the least I was concerned for, "You had to do what you had to do. I'm not mad, I'm just happy that you're alive. I thought I was alone and would spend the rest of my life here." I meekly give as a response. To hear and know she was alright felt like a massive relief.

"I can't forgive myself though until I know you're in front of me. You're like a sister to me and I will do everything to bring you back home safely. I promise. If I have to I'll kill someone."

I laugh slightly, leaning my hand on my knee and rest my chin on my palm,"Don't joke about that." I scold softly.

"I'm not joking." she sternly countered.

She asked me a lot of questions for my well being. I have to admit that if today would have turned out any different than from how it did I would have been unstable and would've fallen down the rabbit hole trapped in madness for forever. Before she hangs up she tells me to rest and not worry anymore because they would come for me tomorrow.

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