Enemies On The Mission [b.barnes]

Part 21 - Answers

Marcella's POV

"We need to wake him up now," I say to James.

"Yes ma'am," he says walking into the kitchen. He gets a glass and fills it with cold water.

"Why's that your go to method for waking people up," I say glaring at him.

He chuckles slightly. "Works, doesn't it? I'm sure you remember."

"Yeah I do actually and I'm planning my revenge, don't you worry," I say rudely, turning back around to face the unconscious man.

He's fucking massive.

Honestly I don't think I've seen a man so big in my life, it was hot seeing James take him down so easily.

"Drop the fucking attitude doll," a deep voice comes from behind my head. "Here, I'll even let you do the honors this time," James says handing me the water.

I roll my eyes and take a step forwards dumping the freezing water on the man's head. He shoots awake and struggles around a bit before he realises what's happening.

"Dacă crezi că îți spun ceva, te înșeli. Ar putea la fel de bine să mă omoare acum," the man says. He says it with a mean look on his face but I don't miss the slight wobble in his voice and his nervous twitching. He's scared.

(Translation: "If you think i'm telling you anything you are mistaken. Might as well kill me now")

James takes a step forward to be in line with me,
"La dracu de engleză pentru doamnă sau îți voi curăța pielea de pe corp," he says it calmly but I can tell there's a threat behind it.

(Translation: "Fucking english for the lady or I'll peel your skin from your body")

If they don't start talking a language I can bloody understand I'm going to kill them both.

"So it's true," the hunk of a man says chuckling slightly, "you really have gone soft for her boy, and by the looks of it you're fucking her too," he says, looking at James.

I can feel the anger radiating off James so I walk over to his weapons chest and pull out a knife. It makes a sound like it's being sharpened as it glides over the other knives. The man's head shoots over to look at me but I don't pay him any attention.

I slowly walk back over to them and hand James the knife, he quickly looks down at it before looking back at me grinning.

I'm not desperate to torture the guy, plus I think it'll be hot watching James get a bit of blood on his hands.

James grabs a seat and sits infront of the man, with his legs spread and arms resting on his built thighs while he twirls the knife around his fingers.

"Who do you work for?" James asks, his voice controlled but deadly. I come to stand behind him and rest my hand on his shoulder. He takes a deep breath at the feel of my touch.

The man's eyes flick from James to me before he finally looks down, saying nothing. "You don't intimidate me with those fancy little tricks," the man sneers.

James reaches forwards and stabs the knife into the man's large thigh, "If you don't answer my questions Wreck It Ralph I guess you'll have no use for your tounge any longer," he says slowly, not looking away before he pulls the knife out and blood springs from the victims leg. The man grunts in pain, closing his eyes and he's starting to sweat.

"Who. Do. You. Work. For?" He repeats slowly, emphasising each word.

"Your dad."

See that might have been funny if it wasn't true.