Hey guys! I'm back again with another update. I had this idea in class today and I just had to write it. I also want to warm you that even though this seems lie it's heading in that direction, there is no smut in this chapter. I cannot/refuse to write smut in my stories so I apologise if there is anyone out there who was looking for dirty things in this. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this update, I personally am quite proud of this (even if it is a little rushed towards the ending) but what's most important is that you guys like it. Until next time! *waves*

A/n : I own nothing, all credits belong to Veronica Roth

Tris POV

It has been 2 months since Caleb's funeral. 2 months since I promised Caleb that I'd find whoever put him in an early grave and that I'd make them pay.

I'm currently sat in a bar, Caleb's favourite; a dingy, little place down a dark alley called 'The Shaky Hand' which stinks of alcohol and sweat. It's a very rundown place, the few window in there either smashed or boarded up, signs of dampness visible on the ceiling, the carpet sticky from the amount of alcohol spilt on it, the odd blood stain splattered across the peeling, yellow wallpaper. I don't mind though; I grew up in places like this, sat on the corner outside the bar as Caleb and his gang were beating up a poor stranger who hadn't managed to scrape together enough money to pay for their drugs.

There's not many people in the bar tonight; just me, Alfie the bartender, a lonely 60-year-old man in the corner and a group of a young men, fighting over the correct way to roll a blunt. Glass of vodka and coke in hand, I sit and chat with Alfie about Caleb and how the place just doesn't feel the same without him. I've known Alfie ever since I was little, when Caleb used to go out to take care of some 'business' that would take a little while, he'd drop me off at this bar and Alfie would let me sit in his office and watch DVDs on his old laptop.

As Alfie is talking about how he was planning on getting a plaque on the wall in Caleb's memory, a sudden exclamation which came from the group of young men grabs my attention. My head snaps away from Alfie, my eyes fixated on the guy who is currently speaking's back.

"Listen, all I'm saying is he paid some guy, I have no fucking idea who, to kill that poor bastard Prior" he whispers to the group before quickly glancing over his shoulder, "I mean I don't get why you're all surprised, Eaton has no kids, no wife and a shit ton of cash, of course he fucking has the money to hire someone".

I notice that Alfie is now looking at me with wide eyes and I shoot him a small smile as an idea forms in my head. I pull out my wallet to pay for my drink but Alfie puts out his hand to stop me. He shakes his head and I smile at him again before putting my wallet back in my pocket and walking over to the group.

"Hi" I say, attempting to make my voice sound seductive and in my own head, I sound incredibly foolish but from the lustful look I can see in the group's eyes, I can tell I did a decent job. I place one of my small hands on the one who spoke's back and began to gently trace his slightly protruding back muscles through this thin, black t-shirt.

"Hello" he responds, his voice flirtatious as he leans slightly towards me. I catch the smell of stale beer on his breath as he gets a little closer and force a little giggle, whereas I'm making gagging noises inside my head. "I'm Cody" he says, placing his hand on my lower back, just above my ass, and pulls me closer to him.

"Tris" I whisper in response before using his shirt to pull him closer. I lean up slightly and whisper in his ear "I'm pretty sure the bathroom is vacant right now". I can't help but smirk as his eyes widen and a smirk appears on his lips as he removes his hand from my back before grabbing my hand before dragging me to the bathroom.

Once we're in the bathroom, Cody slams the door shut and presses me against the wall, his lips inches from mine. I look into his eyes before smirking and using the back of his neck to connect our lips.

The kiss is searing hot and full of passion as he places his hands on my hips and I rest mine on his chest. His tongue licks along my bottom lip but I keep my mouth closed before pulling away from the kiss and pushing him away and into the wall next to the sink. I briefly acknowledge that there is vomit in the basin and an empty beer bottle sat on the window which is situated just above the sink, the only source of fresh air in the cramped, stingy room.

As soon as his back is against the wall, I run my hands down his chest and to the hem of his t-shirt and pull it up and off his muscular body. I smirk at him before running my hands along my waist and dipping my fingers into my back pocket, pulling out my small, sharp pen knife before pressing it against his throat.

I chuckle softly at how his eyes widen comically at the feeling of the cool blade pressed against his throat.

"Start talking, Cody. Who the fucked killed my brother, Caleb Prior?" I ask, my voice menacing and I notice how his eyes widen even more when he realises who I am.

"I-I don't know! All I know is that Marcus Eaton, hired somebody to kill him. I don't know why, no one does. All I know is that Marcus wanted your brother dead, please can you put the knife away now?" Cody asks, his voice trembling with fear and I can see his body shaking slightly; I can't tell if it's from the cold wall pressed against his back or that he has a knife pressed against his throat and he knows that one wrong move and he'll be bleeding to death on the floor of a mouldy pub joint.

"Alright then" I say, retracting the blade and tucking my knife safely back into my pocket. I watch how Cody's chest heaves as he takes a deep breath but before he can take another, I've grabbed the empty beer bottle and smashed it as hard as I could over his head.

I watch how Cody's body slowly slumps to the floor, blood pouring from the wound in his head, surrounded by bits of dirty, broken glass. With that, I walk out of the bathroom, leaving Cody for his friends to find him.

I make a quick exit out the back of bar, closing the door as quietly as possible behind me before jogging over to my motorcycle, which parked half-hidden behind and old dumpster. I quickly pull it out, put on my helmet get on a drive away, my mind set on one destination.

"Jesus Christ, I'm coming, I'm coming" I hear a deep tired voice yell from behind the door. I continue to knock loudly on the wooden door until it flies open, revealing a very dishevelled, very tired looking Uriah who is currently wearing a pink, fluffy dressing gown.

He squints at me as soon as he sees me, almost as if he's unable to see me. "Tris!" he hisses "what the fuck are you doing here? It's 2 o'clock in the fucking morning! Marlene is asleep upstairs and you know how fucking cranky she gets when she's tired-," I cut off his rambling by pushing my hand over his mouth.

"Listen" I mutter, removing my hand from his mouth as he looks at me expectantly "I need you to tell me where Marcus Eaton lives".