Chapter 1
“Who are you and why did you kidnap me?” The blindfolded man asked.
Leon stayed silent. He wanted to see desperation in the man before revealing himself.
“You have no idea what you have done? I’m going to make you regret doing this to me.” He tried to free his tied hands, trying to loosen the rope but it was tightly knot.
Another few seconds of silence. Leon stayed still. The room was dark on his side, but enough for him to see the man begin to get desperate.
“Okay, clearly you want something from me. I can get you whatever you want. Let’s strike a deal.”
“Now you are talking, Carl.” Miles stepped from behind Leon. Walking to Carl, he opened his blindfold. Standing right in front of him, he bent down to his eyes level. “I want to make a deal with you.”
Carl, who was fidgeting with his tied hands, stumbled with his words. “What do you want? I…. I can get you anything. You want money, girls, or you want to join the gang?”
“Noo. We already have all of those things. I want something only you can give me. Something I lost years ago.”
“How can you expect me to give you something you lost years ago.”
“I have a feeling he doesn’t remember us.” Leon intertwined. “We should remind him of that first.”
Carl looked at their faces with confusion.
Miles removed his club jacket, and the black shirt wearing underneath it. On his torso was a large scar that had faded with time. “You don’t remember giving me this when I turned eighteen, uncle Carl?”
Carl’s eyes shook with panic. He probably remembered who they were. All colour drained from his face.
“What? You thought we would be in prison forever.” Leon called out on him. Standing beside Miles he watched as Carl shit himself. Watching him beg was a different kind of pleasure he would remember forever.
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Carl was so scared he pissed himself on the chair.
“What an awful smell.” Rhett, another member of their club, spoke, pinching his nose.
“Seriously, this place smells of gutter. What are you guys doing, running a shit show?” Rhodes complained as soon as he entered the warehouse.
“That’s because Mr. Rapist here just peed his pants on the chair.” Rhett answered.
“Running a shit show indeed.” Rhodes held a tool kit, handing them to Leon. “We are burning that chair. I’m not letting anyone of you mongrels bring that dirty furniture inside the club.” He declared to everyone.
“Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything.” Carl begged, now smelling of salt, piss and shit.
Leon opened the tool kit on the table beside Carl. Every kind of torturing tool was inside it. Various sizes and shapes of knives, hammer laid out. “You have no idea the kind of fun we are going to have with you.”
Miles picked a thumbscrew, forcing Carl’s hand through it. Carl begged all the while, but Miles didn’t care.
Leon didn’t stop him, it was his revenge. He lost his sister because of that bastard, someone Leon considered family. He vowed to protect but failed. The only way he could ask for forgiveness would be to get revenge for her death.
Once his hand was inside the screw, Miles pressed it hard. A loud scream came from Carl, his index finger falling on the floor. Blood flowed out from his hand constantly.
“You motherfuckers, wait till I get out of here. I’m going to kill all of you.” Carl cursed while also screaming pain.
“Who said you are getting out of here alive? I already made that mistake last time, not going to repeat it.” Miles crushed another finger, not giving him a chance to speak.
“Damn, remind me never to get on his bad side. He remembers shit.” Rhett mumbled, sipping his brandy.
“He still remembers the twenty dollars I asked him for a pack of cigarettes two years ago.” Rhodes grumbled.
Leon ignored their idle conversation to focus on Miles. He was pushing himself too much. At this rate he will kill the guy instead of torturing him.
“Enough.” Leon called out. “Miles. Stop, you’ll kill the guy at this rate.” He pulled Miles back. Dragging him to the wall, he tried to calm him down.
The bastard can’t die yet, he deserves to be punished and tortured more. His death has to be satisfying. “I know you are angry. And you have every right to be. We are going to get revenge for her. But I need you to be in your conscious mind.” Leon knows that the only thing that can calm him down is the mention of his sister. He took the hammer from his hand. Walking to the table, he picked a long nail with the sharp end. Setting it on his other back hand, he steadied the hammer.
“No, you bastard. Don’t you’ll regret it.” Carl begged, but no one listened.
“You deserve death a thousand times.” With that, he hit the nail with the hammer. A loud scream erupted from Carl, as the blood gushed out from his hand. He wiggled in his seat, but the straps held him tightly.
Leon smiled, seeing him in this pain, watching him suffer did bring him some peace. Picking another nail, he set it on his thigh this time.
“Please stop. I beg you. Stop.”
“Did you stop when she begged you to?” Leon asked, his breath heavy. Sweat dropped from his forehead. His hands were coated with his blood. No one knew how much Thalia had suffered except him and Miles.
“I’m sorry. Forgive me. I didn’t want to hurt her. I had no choice.”
“We always have a choice, you just chose the wrong one.” Miles spat out. “You killed her, and you said you have no choice.”
“No, no, no. You got it wrong.” Carl hiccuped. “She is not dead, she is alive.”
A pin drop silence spread inside the basement. No one said a word.
“What did you just say?” Miles broke the silence. Grabbing Carl by his collar, he pulled him close to his face. “I don’t prefer jokes like this Carl.” Gone was the easy tone, this one was filled with rage.
“I’m not lying. She is alive. She never dies in that fire.” Carl looked determined in his words.
Fuck, fucking hell. She is alive. Thalia is alive. These were the only thoughts going in Leon’s mind. And he knew Miles was thinking the same.
“You better not be joking. If you can think joking about her being alive will get you alive, then you better be ready to see the gates of hell.” Miles spat out.
“I’m not joking. She is alive and Zak Maynard has her.”
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