Ciara glanced down at the photos in front of her,fingers tapping against her thigh, swallowing slightly before glancing up, faking a bravery she didn’t feel. “Am I supposed to be threatened by this?” She asked, relieved that her voice didn’t tremble. “So you have shots of me taking some fuckin drugs, so what? Hardly blackmail material.” Except for the fact it was, since the photos in question were of her, stealing evidence from the police station her brother worked at. The release of those pictures would spell bad things for both of them, and if there was one thing that could be used against Ciara as an effective threat, it was her brother. “How about you tell me what you want instead of wasting my time, yeah?” She asked instead, hoping she could still bluff her way out of the situation. // @michael--greaves










