Huang Yanyan's POV
I had to admit, being tied to a chair in some sketchy abandoned building wasn't exactly how I planned to spend my weekend. I shifted in my bindings, feeling the rough rope dig into my skin. My wrists were sore, but I wasn't about to give these idiots the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.
Scar-face and Beanie were in the room, talking in hushed tones. I couldn't make out much, but the occasional words filtered through. They were arguing about something, probably about how incompetent they were at this whole kidnapping thing. I cleared my throat loudly.
"Hey, you know this is a felony, right? Kidnapping, unlawful confinement... you guys are looking at serious time."
Scar-face shot me a glare. "Shut up."
"Shut up?" I echoed, rolling my eyes. "You need a new line, buddy. You're starting to sound like a broken record."
Beanie chuckled despite himself. "She's got a point, you know."