The Price Of Love

Chapter 15

Jay's POV

"Sir we um-..bad news".

I sigh, leaning back in my chair as I stare at Atlas, who's standing nervously in the open doorway of my office.

"Two of the six guys we brought in had um..poison capsules implanted-" "Did you not check for that?" I ask, my eyebrow-raising while he continues to stare at the ground. He shakes his head.

I roll my eyes. Of course they didn't. Stupid me for thinking they'd be smart enough to check without being told.

"Do it next time" I tell him, and he nods his head, clearing his throat. "We checked the others," He tells me, glancing at me.

Another person whose nervousness annoys me. My second in command needs to at least be able to look me in the eye.

"Most likely means they're unimportant" I sigh, standing up and walking over to him. He steps out of the way, and I walk out of my office with Atlas following quickly behind after he shut my office door.

"Give me a knife" I hold out my hand as we walk down the halls of the main warehouse we have in Wisconsin.

A few seconds pass before the handle of a knife is placed in my hand. I bring it up to my eyes, inspecting the blade. I hum, nodding my head. This'll work.

We get to the basement where we keep all the cells. I scan my fingerprint, before putting in the code. The guards inside bow their heads to me as we walk past.

"Who seems to be the least important?" I ask, stopping in front of the one-way glass looking into a cell.

"Him" I turn, seeing Atlas pointing at the cell behind me. "He's a rookie," He says while I walk over. One glance at the guy and I can't tell what Atlas says is true.

Without a word, I step inside the small room, Atlas following me in. The guy is sitting on a metal chair bolted to the ground, with his hands chained behind his back.

He grins at me when the door shuts. I take a step over to him. "Back for more-" I cut off his stupid attempts at portraying confidence by stabbing the knife deep into his thigh.

He groans loudly, biting down hard on his lip, trying to suppress his scream.

I grab his jaw in my hand, forcing our eyes to meet. "Tell me, do you want to die from pain or a quick slice to the neck?" I whisper, pulling the knife from his thigh, earning another pained groan.

"It's your choice. All you have to do is tell me what I want to know" I tell him, and he glares at me, his eyes slightly glossy. "Never-" I stab it in his other thigh.

He lets out a yelled curse this time while I shove his face away, standing back up to my full height, leaving the knife in his thigh.

I sigh as I unbutton the cuffs of my white shirt, and roll the sleeves up to elbows.

He lets out a pained chuckle. "Idiot. I'll die from blood loss now" He mutters, probably thinking he found an easy way out. It's cute that he thinks he'll be alive long enough for that to happen.

I glance at him. "You seem to think your life holds value" I chuckle, grabbing the handle of the knife, but not pulling it out. He stares at it nervously, swallowing hard.

"Die for all I care. I'll find out what I want. And you can rot knowing you went through all this pain for absolutely nothing" I pull the knife out, and he cries out.

I grab his jaw again, tilting his head up while I position the knife in front of his left eye. Fear flashes through his eyes as clear as day.

"Fuck you-" I stab the knife far into his eye, all the way to the handle. Thankfully, his screams drown out any sound. His head droops, and he passes out. From shock or pain, maybe both. Regardless, he'll be dead in minutes if I pierced his brain like planned.