Adriana's Pov
"Here's a thought, Vincent: why don't you stop telling me what to do?" I cut him off and watched him flinch a little before his expression grew a bit more serious, but did I care? Of course not. I couldn't. I didn't feel anything, and I couldn't give two shits what they thought of me or what they could do to me. All I cared about was finding that box, handing it over to Dexter, and gaining my freedom.
"What's with the attitude, Adriana?" he asked softly, and I simply shook my head, my eyes wandering around my room.
"Are we going anywhere tomorrow? If not, let's have a party," I suggested, an idea popping into my head, and Vincent gave me a long look before shrugging.
"What did the Armenius brothers do to you? Did they hurt you?" Vincent questioned, and I ignored
