Undercover

Chapter 2

(SONG: Play with fire – Sam Tinnez)

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I was in my office looking at the monitor. The hallway cameras were showing Riley talking to Chloe and Hazel. Looks like they were having a good conversation since they were smiling like the Cheshire cat. I picked up the glass from my desk. I don't trust them a tiny bit.

"Dig deeper into their life. Find as much as you can and inform me. And do not speak about this to anyone else." I sipped from my drink.
"Yes sir." My bodyguard said.
"Let's see who you really are." I said.

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"So, Adam what exactly brings you here?" Owen asked.
"My father has some business deals with your grandfather. Although, my father is stuck with something else now. So is Riley's father. That's why until the problem gets solved, we will be staying here so the deal doesn't go away." Adam explained.

Owen and Henry nodded.
"Pool?" Elijah asked Adam offering him a stick.
"Sure." He shrugged.
They all engaged in a conversation while I stared at them from a distance.

"Found anything?" I asked my bodyguard.
"Not yet sir."
"Keep looking and remember." I faced him.
"And this will stay between us." I warned.
"Yes sir." My bodyguard nodded.
I threw my cigarette on the ashtray and walked toward my grandfather's office.

"Come in." My grandfather said once I knocked.
I entered and sat in front of him.
"What brings you here, Niall?" He asked while doing his paperwork.
"The guests."
"What about them?"
"How trustworthy are they?"
He smiled finally removing his eyes from the stack of papers on his desk.

"Always so concerned. That's why you're the one who sits on my seat once I pass away."
I remained silent.
"They're trustworthy. I know their father. Done some business with them before." He responded moving his eyes back to the papers.

"Have you met their fathers before?" I asked.
"Oh, Niall." He chuckled lightly.
"Answer me this. Have my business associates seen me before?"
I didn't respond.
"Exactly. And they still trust me. Plus, as I said earlier, I've done business with them before. So don't worry. They're trustworthy."
I nodded standing up.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"No."

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I was in my office as usual. Drinking, smoking, and doing the paperwork. Suddenly a knock interrupted me.
"Come in." I said without removing his eyes from the stack of papers in front of me. Wow, I am really a copy-paste of my grandfather.

"Niall you coming?" Henry asked.
"Is everything ready?" I asked moving my eyes toward him.
"Yup."
"Then let the show begins." I said and stood up.

The basement. Soundproof walls. Ten feet deep down the ground. A man tied up to a chair.
Fear was what he was feeling at that moment. He swallowed hard once he saw me walking toward him. I smirked enjoying his fear. I enjoyed the power and the control I had over everyone and everything.

"So will you say it, or shall I?" I asked while the rest of the boys stand in the back smirking. As usual, each had their turn to beat the tied-up man. And then comes me to end it all at once. Each has a small role to play, and then I come for the grand finale.

"S-sir. Wh-what?"
"Someone told me you were a rat. A huge rat with not so huge dick." I said calmly sitting in front of him.
"They forced me, sir. I had no choice but to tell them about our plans. They said if I don't talk, they'll k-kill me."
"Oh," I tsked and shook my head side to side. I leaned closer.

"Has safety ever been an issue here?" I whisper-asked.
The man gulped. A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. I stared at it.
"You had a choice. You just chose the wrong one." I said and stood up.

"Since you worked for us for a long time, I will give you the freedom to choose. The easy way or the hard way?" I asked while putting the latex gloves on and looking at the weapons on the table in front of me. So many lovely options.

"P-please" the man begged.
"Wrong answer." I picked up the wrench. I took slow steps toward him to taunt him.
"I will make it up to you. To all of you. I promise. I will fix it."
"Wrong again." I said standing in front of him.
"It was nice knowing you." Owen sneered.
"please" the man cried.

I placed the wrench on the man's throat. I dragged it across his skin as slowly as possible. The man cried in pain until the wrench reached the other side and his soul left his body. We all stared at him like it was the most normal thing. Well, it was normal for us, but our normal is abnormal to the world.

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A/N

The plans that I have for this book😈😈