What is this place (119)

“What’s going on?” I jerked away from him when we were out of the police station.

“What do you mean by what’s going on?” He retorted with a glum look, I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Who sent you here, I didn’t ask for any lawyer,” I informed him.

He licked his lip and permitted a tight smile “You’ll find out in due time.” He responded.

“I hate surprises.” I deadpanned.

“Neither do I yet here I am,” He spoke and I could barely hear him, he reached for my hand once again and I yanked it from his grip.

“I’m not going anywhere till you tell me exactly what is going on.” I spat.

“Would you rather go back in there?” He shot at me.

“It’s better than being dead, so why—” I had already begun walking away when his arm pulled me back, I spun around and locked eyes with him, His breath seemed to causally hit my skin and I felt a wrong sensation in my stomach.

“Who at you and what do you want?” I gritted out as I pulled away.

“You’ll find out in due time, just get in the car.” He said as he gesture