Dance For Me

Bullshit

*Corbyn POV*

"What the fuck happened?" I snap to Zach as I walk through the warehouse with another stupid black suit on.

Zach decided it'd be a great idea to call me at five in the morning, when I was asleep with Cassidy in my arms.

It was the first time I saw her since waking up, and it wasn't long enough. I felt whole again with her by my side, even if she was petrified when she saw that I was bleeding.

Seeing that look in her eyes made me question, everything. In that moment, I thought about leaving Indefinite and moving away somewhere, with just the two of us but I know it could never work. No matter where I go, I'll always be a target. I thought of another plan, and it'll hurt for a little bit for Cass, but it'll hurt for a lifetime for me.

"He hasn't eaten in two days, Gill said he told him that he was starving himself to death" Zach's small legs travel fast beside me as I head towards the east wing, where I keep the cages.

"Get Daniel to check on Cass, get Jack to bring me Calum, get Jonah to the cages. Bring me my favourite knife" My body is full of determination to end this shit, here and now.

Zach scurries off and I slam open the east wing door, coming face to face with our only prisoner at the moment. Victor Ortiz.

Looking like shit, Victor's hand is handcuffed to the chain link fence that surrounds him. I know he wouldn't be able to escape with the 24 hour watch, but I wanted him to suffer, Jonah fulfilled that.

Sitting in his own piss, he doesn't look up to me, and I don't want him to. His facial hair is over grown, making him look like the crack head Santa Claus I saw when I was six, and the old ham sandwiches on the floor around him leave a foul odour.

I don't care if his death is slow and painful, or fast and easy, I just want him gone.

I lean my back against the thin metal wall and the gun I have concealed in the back of my trousers makes a heavy clink, sending Victors head in my direction.

He smiles cheekily, showing off his broken, yellow stained teeth, as if he's been smoking too many cigarettes.

"Besson, good seeing you again" He waves his hand that's cuffed well above his head. The handcuffs rattle against the fence, sending satisfaction over my body. I've been waiting for this moment for as long as I can remember, I don't know why I haven't done it sooner.

Jonah walks through the door, holding out my all black, three inch blade and I take it from his hand, spinning it in my grasp until I find a grip that I like.

"How does it feel? The little mouse finally caught the big cheese" I smirk lightly, holding in a laugh as he calls himself cheese.

I take a step forward to the cage and I run my knife along the fence. Without thinking, I stab my knife into his hand, since he can't move it away. He screams out in pain as I take a step back.

"You bitch!" I watch the blood run from his hand, down his arm. "My men have this place surrounded! You're making a huge mistake!"

This time I let out a laugh. His men are dead, no one is here to save him.

"You have no men left. We killed them all, including your piece of shit, son" Jonah leans back onto the wall behind me

"You... Jonah Marais, right?" Victor smiles and I don't see this going well, so I pull out my pistol and I put a bullet in the chamber.

"What about it?" Jonah pushes himself off the wall and comes to stand beside me.

"You've got a beautiful daughter, almost three-" I pull up my gun, shooting Victor in between the eyes.