I get back to Pedro, and he's on the phone. "She just came out. We'll be there in a few." He stuffs his phone back into his pocket and gets off of the car he was leaning on. "Ah, and the princess returns."

I roll my eyes at him and grab the handle on the door behind him effectively flinging him away from the car. "Ah, and here's the klutz."

He grumbles as he catches his balance. "You really are a bitch."

"Suck it up, big baby." I say closing the door. 

He walks around the car to the driver's seat. "I'm going to tell Thomas and Kalvin to do you one good. You need to be knocked down one."

"I'll give them a hard time. That way they know that I am still their enforcer. Don't make me remind you." I watch him visibly gulp, remembering the last time I reminded someone of their place. "That's what I thought."

He doesn't talk after that, and instead I turn on the music. Before I know it, Pedro is parking the car, and the music shuts off. "It's time." He says, the sorrow in his voice giving him away. "I never thought the boss would make you do something like this. You're like his pet."

I roll my eyes at him. "I'm not a pet. I'm his best friend. That kind of friendship is why I am doing this. He needs me right now, and I am going to help any way I can."

"You're one loyal bitch." He says calmly.

"Are you saying you wouldn't do it if he asked?" Pedro shakes his head. "That's what I thought. As I said before, it's for the family, and I would do anything for the family."

"I get it, and I would do anything for the family too, but going to this extent? I don't know. You are literally taking a beating. You know that, right?" I nod and raise my head a little higher. "You think of it as an honor, don't you." It's a rhetorical question, and I can tell because he shakes his head again.

"Let's just go. I want to get this part over with." We finally get out of the car, and I grab the bag of clothes, making sure not to forget them.

Thomas is standing in front of an old abandoned building, and Pedro shoves me towards Thomas. I try to act scared, in case we are seen. We are on their territory after all. "Get inside." Thomas says, a little too loud.

They close the door behind us and Thomas pulls me into a hug. "We love you, and we are so sorry for what happens tonight." Kalvin nods and gives me a genuine smile. "Go change around the corner. We'll be right here." 

"Alright, and you don't have to apologize. This was my plan." I say before disappearing.

Quickly, I change out of my clothes and into the ones Desire and I had originally bought for this. Including the shoes. Once I'm done, I walk back out. All three guys turn and Thomas shakes his head no. "I can't. Not when she looks like that. I can't, with good conscience, hurt her like that."

"But you could when I wore a leather jacket and combat boots? Hit me you pussy." I say glaring at him. "Don't treat me like I'm some weak girl, because we all know I'm not. If you want, I'll put up a fight."

Thomas doesn't move, so I walk closer to him. Kalvin takes a baseball bat from the wall. Before he swings, he looks right at me. "I'm sorry." The bat hits me right on my side and all of the air in my lungs runs out of me. I land on my side, gasping for air.

Thomas follows suit, and what I can see, their eyes are closed, and they're swinging blindly. Every time they make contact with my body they apologize, as if it is killing them to do this. Every hit feels like I'm being rammed by a truck, and I feel tears welling up behind my eyelids. They fall as I begin to whimper and whine. I can tell that the guys are avoiding my face, but they need to hit me everywhere, so I force myself to speak. "Punch" breathe, "me in the" breathe, "face." I manage to get out. I can taste iron in my mouth, and know I am bleeding inside. 

I have no clue who took the initiative to do as I asked, but they punched my face multiple times. They effectively busted my lip, and I could feel the skin around my right eye swelling. That would definitely become a black eye.

"I'm sorry." I hear one of them say. Seconds later I feel a prick on my arm, and I know they are giving me some kind of drug.

I feel my body sink and sounds become nonexistent. I barely feel them lift me up and put me in the back of a truck. They're going to go dump me. Now I can fall asleep.

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Everything hurts. My entire body feels like somebody ran over it, repeatedly. My hands move slowly to try and lift me up, but I just fall back down to the ground. Pain tears down my spine and through my limbs. I let out a cry of pain and give up. I feel so weak, something I'm not used to. My eyes slowly open, well the left one does. The right one is swollen shut. I'm in an alley between two brick buildings, and the only light is coming from a flickering streetlight. "Help." I call out weakly. "Help." I hear feet on the sidewalk, and try to talk louder. "He-" my insides lurch and I feel my throat close up. A loud cough brings up blood, and I begin to cry.

The footsteps quicken their pace and I close my eyes, crying. "Shit." I hear a masculine voice and the footsteps stop, but only momentarily. Next thing I know there's a man standing above me. My left eye slides open and I cringe away from him.

"Get away!" I say as loud as I can. Shocked, he backs off.

He holds out a hand and squats in front of me. "I won't hurt you." He says calmly. "I just want to get you out of here, okay?" I don't respond to him. "I'm going to pick you up. I won't hurt you. I promise."

Slowly, he gets closer. Once he's directly in front of me he places his hands underneath my fragile body. I hiss in pain as he accidentally presses on a bruise. "Shit, sorry." Despite my inability to help him, he lifts me easily. "What happened?" He asks, now careful not to touch any tender area, which is impossible because my entire body is tender.

I don't answer at first. Instead I cry. The boys hated every second they beat me, and now I'm not even capable of completing my mission because I'm in too much pain. I don't even have the energy to speak anymore. Instead I shake in the man's arms, and he isn't even who I'm supposed to be spying on.