With Pain Comes Pleasure

Fifteen

Cortez

"Come on man. I have money I can pay you. Please don't kill me." Wesley Audier pleaded. Christian and I circled him as he sat tied to a chair. "Que devrions-nous faire avec lui?" (What should we do to him first?) I questioned. Christian chuckled. Christian was always more of the aggressive one.

He preferred doing the dirty work more than I did. "On pourrait prendre un doigt ou peut-être commencer par son genou. Cela nous donne toujours des réponses assez rapidement. Ange, tu décides."(We could take a finger or maybe start with his knee. That always gets us answers pretty quickly. Angel, you decide.)

We both turned and looked at her. She was standing in the corner wide-eyed as she looked at us. "Well?" Christian asked taking a step towards her. "I—can I try something?" She mumbled. I looked at her intrigued. Christian grunted. "Why? What are you going to do?" He said getting closer and closer. I grabbed his arm before he could reach her. "Go ahead," I said stepping out of the way. She walked over to him and gently touched his face. "What's your name?" She said softly. "W—Wesley." He stumbled out.

"If you answer their questions, I'll make sure they don't do anything to you, okay?" Angel asked. He sniffed as he glanced at us before nodding his head. She turned and looked at us gesturing to him. "Wait! Can you stay here?" He asked her as she tried to leave. "Okay," Angel said with a nod.

"Why did you steal from Fayette?" Christian asked. "We didn't," Wesley said shaking his head. Christian clenched his jaw taking a step towards him. "Stop it," Angel said looking at him. "It's okay you can tell us," Angel assured. He nodded. "The files we took were about some couple who owed him a lot of money. We figured we could use them to get some cash."

Christian and I looked at each other. "What about them?" "I don't really know all I saw was the man's name," Wesley explained

I rubbed my chin. "What was the name?" He paused before speaking. "Fantôme," Wesley said. I clenched my jaw as I glanced at Christian. "Are you sure that was the name? You couldn't have possibly read it wrong?" Christian asked stepping forward. "I know how to read French and that's what it said," Wesley added. Christian looked at me because we both knew who Fantôme was. Angel's father.

Angelica

After interrogating Wesley, I convinced the twins to let me bring him upstairs to eat. "So how old are you?" I asked watching him scarf down his food. "17." He said plainly. My eyes widened. "You're only a kid. Why are you getting involved in gangs?" I asked curiously.

He took a sip of his drink. "My brother and I are basically orphans. We needed the money to survive." I tilted my head. "What happened to your parents?" I asked. He shook his head. "My mom passed 2 years ago, and my father was never in the picture. It's just me and my brother." He said.

"I understand that," I said. He laughed. "Sure, you do. You grew up in this big ass mansion. You don't understand shit." He said. I stared at him for a moment. "One: I didn't grow up here. Two: Both my parents are dead, so it's just me and my siblings, but you got me all figured out." I said as the twins walked into the kitchen.

"We need to see those files," Cortez said standing on my right while Christian stood on my left. "My brother has them," Wesley told him. The twins looked at each other. "Can you get in contact with him?" Christian asked him. He nodded. "But how do I know you two won't kill us once you get them," Wesley said.

"If you're telling the truth then there won't be a problem," Christian said. He looked between them before looking at me. "They may be a lot of things, but they are true to their words," I said trying to assure Wesley that he could trust the twins. "Okay then. I need a couple of days to get the word to him." Christian and Cortez looked at each other having a silent conversation. "Fine but you're staying here," Christian said as he put what looked like an ankle monitor on him. "Are you serious?" Wesley asked. Christian gave him a look before turning to me. "We should get you home." "Wait you don't live here?" Wesley asked looking at me worried.