Take care

Chapter 28

Harry and Liam stood in front of a tied up Don Norwell, leaning against the wall. Don struggled against the ropes that tied him to the chair, but it was no use. He glared up at Harry and Liam, who just smirked down at him.

"How did you manage to do this?" Don asked, through gritted teeth, "No one knew about the warehouse, and you knew our schedule. You knew when we would be off guard. HOW?!"

"Toby," Harry said, simply, "Toby tracked your calls. He told us he had an idea, and he left to see if he was right. He found you, and he's been undercover for us."

"THAT BASTARD!" roared Don, as both Liam and Harry laughed at him. He struggled some more against the rope that kept him bound.

"He told us your schedule, and how many men you had in there," Liam continued, as he watched Don's face contort in rage.

"He gave us a lay out of the building, and he made sure we knew exactly where to go and what to do when we got in," Harry said.

"He told exactly where Sofia would be," Liam continued.

"She's dead," Don hissed again.

"I don't believe you," Harry growled, getting into Don's face, "You're lying."

"Am I?" Don asked, cocking his head to the side, "I beat her so bad today, and then I just left her in that cold cell. I didn't offer her any help, I didn't clean her up. I just left her there. If she's not dead, she's as good as."

"LIAR" Harry screamed, slamming his fist against Don's face. Liam pulled Harry back.

"You're too late, love boy," Don said, grinning evilly, "But my God was she good when she was alive." Harry lunged at Don again, hitting him repeatedly in the face, this time Liam let him go. When Harry pulled back, Don's face when covered in blood, but he was still smiling, he knew that he had gotten to Harry. He knew that he had gotten to Liam.

"So, why don't you just do already?" Don asked, "Just kill me, and then go see your poor dead girlfriend, and say goodbye."

"No Don," Liam hissed, "We aren't just going to kill you," Liam pulled off his belt, and Harry grabbed a gun. Harry through his hand back, and slammed the gun against Don's skull. Don yelped in pain, blood rushing from it.

"We're going to make you suffer," Harry hissed.

"By the time we're done with you," Liam said, rage in his eyes as he stared down at Don, "You're going to wishing that you were dead."

"You're going to be begging for us to kill you," Harry growled, "And maybe, we'll grant you that wish."

"Maybe," Liam hissed, before hitting Don with his own fist. He felt Don's nose break with the contact, and Liam smiled a satisfied smile.

"Well, Don," Harry said, "Are you ready?" Don didn't say anything, but Harry saw him swallow with fear. Harry smiled. He wanted Don to feel fear; he wanted him to feel every bit as fearful as Sofia had. He wanted to make him suffer, and he wanted him to feel the pain.

"I'm not scared of you," Don spat out, but his eyes told a different story. His eyes told both Liam and Harry that he was scared, he was very scared.

"Not yet," Liam said, lifting his fist again, "But you will be." And then Liam swung his fist into Don's face again.

"Let's untie him," Harry said, "See much of a fighter the big man is." Liam nodded his head and untied Don, Don tried to stand up fast, to make a run for it, or to tackle one the boys. Harry was too fast for him, Harry kicked him right in the gut with the steel toe boot he was wearing, and Don went flying across the room. It didn't take long for both Harry and Liam to be standing over him, waiting to attack again. Don was groaning in pain from the kick, but Harry wasn't even listening, suddenly he was on top of Don Norwell, hitting his face, again and again.