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"Don't put your life in someone's hands, their bound to steal it away." Get Out Alive ~ Three Days Grace

The Deed is Done

"Love it when they're easy." Koz chuckled as he and Flame dragged the second body to join the first.

I glanced at the blindfolded woman now sitting up, alone and pissed.

"Stop!" I barked to Koz and Flame, before they brought the girl to the pile. They, along with Gage and Switch, came towards me, leaving the body, following the jerk of my head. "This one's gunna be the tough one." I explained. "So, move the bodies in plain view of the pole, let 'er know we're serious. Piss 'er off enough and maybe she'll let something slip."

The boys nodded and went along on their way, except Gage, who's arm I caught, and Switch.

To Gage I continued. "Keep the blindfold on 'er. Take away all control."

He nodded and made his way toward the woman.

"What ya got planned for this one?" Switch crossed his arms.

I snorted, unloading the gun.

"You're not goin' easy on 'er, are ya?" He eyed me carefully.

Grunting, I dropped each bullet into my pocket, the clinking of metal on metal echoing in the room.

"I know these bitches piss ya off, but ya gotta remember, this ain't just about revenge. It's 'bout gettin' names, too."

I looked up slowly and growled: "I ain't killin' 'er 'til she gives me what I want. Those bitches didn't know shit. I could tell. Maybe you couldn't, but I know how ta do my fucking job."

"I'm not sayin' ya don't, but I know how ya get when ya want revenge. Don't want it cloudin' your judgement. Ya gotta be clear headed for this, Hap."

I didn't dignify him with an answer, just took my place behind the woman taped to the pole. Her hair tapered at the nape of her neck, exposing the beginning and end of a deep scar that probably ran across her throat. She's definitely the tough one.

"I can hear you shuffling 'round out there." She called.

"I couldn't care less." I kept my voice low and dark as I approached, letting each footstep land heavily so it echoed around her.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Names." Moving closer and right behind her, I began slowly reloading the gun, letting her hear each bullet as I shoved it in the magazine.

"Well, the name's Claire. Then there's Sarah and Katie."

"I already know those names." The tone of my voice let her know that I had been expected some smart-ass answer.

"Then which names ya want?"

"Your contacts in Charming."

"I got news for ya, buddy, that ain't happenin'."

I let a cruel chuckle escape my lips as I put the gun to her ear and cocked it. "And I got news for you: you're in a warehouse, the last one left alive of your people. They were lucky I'm good at what I do. Didn't hurt 'em. Well, 'side from the hole in Sarah's head and the bullet in Katie's chest."

Her breath caught in her throat. "You're lying." She bent her leg back and thrust it out in an attempt to kick me, but it was easily dodged and countered with a forceful yank on her bound wrists.

"I'm actually not. But there's no point in arguing. Tell me what I wanna know and I'll let you see your friends." As I spoke I sent Switch a glare for moving around along the back wall.

"Not good enough." She tested.

"That's all you get." I lightened my tone just enough to sound aloof without changing the dark undertone.

"No deal." She did her best to shrug.

From behind, I put my lips to her ear and pulled out my knife, running it down her back. "You don't have a choice."

"I'm not afraid of you." Her words contradicted the chill following my blade.

A grin formed on my lips as I chuckled darkly in her ear. "You sure about that?" It came as a sinister whisper.

She only nodded.

This time, instead of going to her, I wrenched her arms back, bringing her to me and her back into the pole. "You should be." I let even more of the hatred and anger I felt for her paint the tone, using a lower pitch and higher volume.

She shivered again and though she said nothing, I could see her jaw clench and small beads of sweat form along her brow; she was close to breaking. It always amazed me how far a blindfold and voice manipulations could go in ruining a person. And that's just what I did: whittled her down to size; made her realize that she wasn't among good men.

"You ready to talk yet?" The question was sneered and impatient.

She swallowed hard but it didn't help the quivering in her voice when she spoke. "Fuck you."

"Who sliced you?" I rounded to the front of her, tracing the scar on her neck with my knife. From experience I knew, bringing up strong memories could easily cause someone to slip up. "Looks like they got ya good." I mocked her, enraging her, knowing I could outlast her.

"That Jersey bitch." She spit.

"You mean Jayden Powell." I corrected harshly, sliding the blade between her breasts and down her stomach.

"Do I look like I give a shit about 'er name?"

"Watch your mouth." It came out in more of a guttural growl than statement as I pressed the blade into her, just above her hip.

She tried to hide her wince and opened her mouth to speak but clenched her jaw again when I dug it in further.

"Contacts. Now." I demanded.

Gritting her teeth, she remained silent, only to let out a small cry when the blade pierced her skin.

"There's only so much pain the human body can take. Start talkin' or we'll find your limit," I pressed my lips to her ear again, "and bring ya there over and over and over, 'til you're beggin' me ta kill ya."

Her breath came in fast, heavy spurts, her whimpering turning to primal grunts as I began to cut up her abdomen, the blade tearing and pulling at her flesh.

"Your will won't outlast mine. It's amazing what a determined man will do."

A scream escaped her when my knife hit an already open wound. "Okay, okay! There's a black notebook in my backpack! Ah, God, stop! It's in the van. Jesus Christ, stop!"

I sent Gage and Koz to get the book. She struggled against the tape only to find that it was too tight for her to escape. I just laughed at her vain attempts for freedom.

It only took the boys a few minutes to find the book and bring it back to me. Flipping through the pages, I read a few names and locations here and there, noticing some that we'd already taken care of. Those names, along with many others, were crossed out with red Sharpie. One name, however, caught my eye.

I saw red, rage boiling the blood in my veins. My death glare at the page didn't do anything to change the hastily written letters nor did it relieve the clenching of my heart and twisting of my stomach.

"Son of a bitch." I growled under my breath.

She shifted her weight, reminding of the task at hand. I ripped the blindfold off her face to let her see her two dead companions. Her eyes widened but she said nothing.

"Is this all the names?" I demanded, still somewhat distracted.

"Every last one…"

I nodded and turned from her. Without looking, I pointed then gun behind me and fired, the bullet landing in her stomach. As she slid down the pole to her knees, Switch moved to finish her. The glare I sent in his direction stopped him in his tracks. His face told me all I needed to know: everyone in that room knew not to get in my way, they all were afraid to make a move without my consent.

Rounding the pole, I pulled my knife out again and pressed it to the beginning of the of her neck scar.

"Shouldn't of fucked with my woman." I snarled my lips at her ear.

"You're–"

"The father of her baby? Fuck yeah. Shoulda left 'er the hell alone."

I never gave her the chance to respond before I slit her throat.

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