Chapter 11



𝔸 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤

Eve's POV (ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪)

I arranged my torture equipment, waiting patiently for the huge black man that was tied up in front of me to come into consciousness. It won't be long, anytime now. The sedative I had injected him with was meant to keep him awake but weak. Excitement surged through me as I imagined what I would have to cut off to get him talking. Bleeding a man was no issue, the trick was to bleed him and keep him alive long enough to get the information you needed from him.

The decision to interrogate them separately was meticulous on my part. I planned to use the feeling of isolation they'd feel, as a weapon to get what I wanted. Since they had invaded my house to kill me, the least they could do was sit still and watch me enjoy - as I tortured the knowledge I needed from them. And I had a feeling they wouldn't be able to help but squirm as I cut out vital organs from their body. From what I deduced, they were mere mercenaries. Offering them money would have done the trick. But no. I was far too sinister for peace.

I heard the scraping sound of the iron chair on the floor and immediately knew my prisoner was awake. I watched from the corner of my eye as he struggled with the binds on his hands and legs, trying to shake them off with his body.

"Mhmm, Mhmmm." He fruitlessly tried to - do what exactly? Talk? Scream? I ignored him. He wasn't saying a word until I allowed him to.

I pushed the tray filled with surgical knives, pliers and clamps in front of him, leaving the electric wires behind -at least for now. As I watched his eyes widen from the scene before him, I took off the tape on his mouth forcefully and chuckled lightly when he cursed through the pain.

"You can do whatever you want to do lady, I will not talk!" He spat the moment he was able to speak. I smirked in delight. Challenge accepted.

I picked a set of red gloves from the tray. "That's because you have no idea what I am about to do." As I put it on, I bent forward until I reached eye level with him, my mouth brushing against the curve of his ears. "Mind you, although I do need some information from you, that's not the reason you are here. I have less violent ways to get what I need from you."

I straightened, his eyes following my every move. "Then why am I here?" The look on his face suggested that he already had an idea.

"You are here," Pause, "Because, " Pause again. "This is something I'll enjoy. Just ask your brother." Picking up the clamps, I slowly moved towards him. His eyes widened in horror, my last sentence sinking in. I grabbed his head and forced it backwards. Gripping his jaw, I forced the clamp into his mouth, keeping it open. Then I picked up the forceps and returned.

I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried to take in huge gulps of air to probably calm his nerves. So now he was scared? Why didn't he think about that before storming into my house, guns blazing? From the way he was reacting to the forceps in my hands, I knew this was going to be quick.

"Wait, wait!" I halted. "What do you want to know? I'll tell you anything please." He mumbled, frantically trying to speak through the clamps wedged between his teeth. I busted out in laughter - with my head thrown back, shaking from side to side. I haven't even touched him or the scalpel yet and he was already spilling all his guts.

"Okay then," I said, dropping the forceps back on the tray. "Talk."

"I can't." My face changed dramatically and he quivered. "Not with this thing on! Please!" He begged, fear oozing from him like a perfume. I stared at him, long and hard. It was a warning I hoped he got. For his good.

Grabbing the back of his head, I removed the clamps from his mouth and flung them into the tray. "Now, talk."

"What do you want me to say?" I picked up the scalpel. "Wait, wait, okay - we uhh, we were contacted by a man. He didn't say his name and we couldn't see his face because it was a call." Of course, she'll send a man to do her dirty work, but who could be helping her? I waited for him to continue, comfortably swirling the scalpel around from one hand to the other.

His eyes caught the movement. "But - but we were able to track the call. We always do it for insurance." He licked his dry lips, eyes never leaving my hands.

"Insurance?" I dragged the metal chair that was on the other side of the room closer and sat on it.

"Yeah, in case they don't come through with our payment, we can track them." I had sat for a reason, and this fool wasn't disappointing me.

"So, where did you track this guy too?" He eyed me with disdain, probably thinking of how he was going to take me when he finally managed to cut himself loose.

"We tracked him to Metro General Hospital." He winced when I suddenly jacked up from my seat, and went behind him, gently relieving him of the cutter he was using to cut off his binds.

"You've been a bad, bad boy. But I might just have mercy on you if you tell me more."

He eyed me wearily. "Will you let me go after this?" My eyes narrowed in a frown as I stared at him. I dangled the cutter in his face.

"We making demands now aren't we?"

He shook his head vehemently. "No, I just want to know if you'll let me go after this. I am not a threat to you, I swear." I chuckled. It seemed he had nothing more to say and was trying to stall me. I had gotten a text from Lucas an hour ago, confirming that he had the phone which had evidence of Laura's payment transfer. And it was all I needed to track her. Although the info he just gave was invaluable too.

"I will. But not after I am done with you." I said and stood up from the chair.

"Wait, but I thought-" I sliced the scalpel deeply down the middle of his chest, taking his skin with it. He hauled out in pain, finally cutting through the binds on his hands. I picked up a cable wire and smiled.

"You thought wrong."

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I shut the door of the basement, drowning out the screams of my prisoner as I wiped my blood-soaked hands with a white towel. Why had I removed those gloves again?

Ah yes! To get a better angle on his thighs. Torture was an art and it needed dedication and precision. I strode to the sitting room and headed for the bar. After the work I just did, I needed a strong drink. They had both talked and screamed and begged. Just how I wanted it.

As I poured myself a stiff drink, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was keeping Lucas. he was supposed to be here by now. So where the fuck was he? I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and checked for any missed calls from him, but there was none. Just an audit notification from Rita. I raised my eyes to the clock that was hung high on the wall.

10 pm.

Worry began to plague me. Lucas should be back by now. Except he has been caught by the police with two dead bodies in his trunk. And that would be a dilemma that would need fixing. I texted Rita.

"Rita, I need you to find out if the police made an arrest in the past three hours, and if it involved a man named Lucas with two bodies in a black jeep."

I sent it and waited, tilting the glass to my lips. The screams had finally stopped. Meaning he was either too tired to scream or has passed out. I smiled, pleased with myself on a job well done. My phone pinged.

"There wasn't any arrest made in that name, but the police discovered a black jeep with two bodies in it, in the outskirt of town."

I read her reply with a frown. He hasn't been caught so where the fuck was he? We needed to get to the hospital quickly because Damien might be in danger. And although it wasn't any of my business, the guy had somehow grown on me. Moreover, he was just another person unfortunate enough to love Lucas.

Like I had.

I shook my head, trying to shake the thought away - when I heard the gates opening and a car driving in. Minutes later, a miserable looking Lucas stepped into the foyer. There was a look on his face. Was it sorrow or regret? I just couldn't place my finger on it.

"What took you so long?" I asked as I watched him plop down on the sofa. He looked like a car ran over him.

His eyes clashed with mine. "She wants me to kill you."

I froze. No fucking way. Why the fuck will she want me dead? "You met her?"

"Yes, she was waiting for me in my sitting room as if she somehow knew I will be there. I have to choose between you and Damien and what I don't understand is why?" He said, rubbing his hand all over his head and face. A sign of worry. Was he worried about me?

It's Damien he is probably worried about. Don't kid yourself.

I frowned. "Why are you telling me this? Aren't you supposed to be assassinating me right now?"

"You are a fixer, my fixer. If anyone can fix this, it's you. Why should I kill you when I should be joining you?"

"She is doing this to get to you. Why else would she want me dead? I did nothing to her."

"Well, that is what we need to figure out." He removed a flash from his chest pocket. "I got the info. Along with the assassin's phone. We can beat her in this game. Please, Eve. I need you."

I sighed and sat down beside him. "We need to go see Damien."

"Like now?" He yawned, voice drained.

"Yeap. our visitor told me that the person who hired them for the job was a man and that they tracked him to Metro General hospital."

"Really?' He dowsed, head resting on the arms of the sofa.

"Yeah, sounds familiar?" I asked, drowning the last of my drink and placing the glass on a stool beside me. When I didn't hear any response from him, I turned.

"Lucas?" His head was completely slouched on the sofa now. His eyes closed, face relaxed.

The bastard just fell asleep on me.