Gerrard’s POV
I groan painfully, my head rolling to the side as I try to figure out what is going on. I open my eyes, a blurry nothingness greeting me and I wince as my head throbs angrily.
‘Ahh Mr Tierra, you are back, perfect’ a thick European sounding voice calls out. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second before opening them again, trying to clear my vision enough to see where I am and who is talking to me.
Slowly the stark room I’m in comes into focus, the walls are bare concrete, and other than a swinging lightbulb above my head it is completely empty. There is a solid wooden door built into the wall across from me, iron bars breaking up the small window that I can just make out the silhouette of a man through.
‘Who are you’ I snarl, ‘why am I here? Where is my bodyguard?’
The mock
