Family Line

Chapter eight: Revenge

JJ sat there, heart thudding in his chest and his breathing slightly more laboured than it should be, his ribs screaming out every time he took a single breath.

He had to find a way to escape, but he had absolutely no idea how, the door was locked, his hands were tied behind him, there was a rope around his neck that he couldn't loosen and free himself from - he didn't even have his phone to try and call for help.

He was well and truly stuck, a prisoner to his own Dad, and that made him sick to his stomach.

His Dad seriously wanted this money, and he clearly knew JJ well enough to know that he wouldn't leave it in a place where Luke would easily find it.

Luke would never find it anyway, JJ wasn't stupid, he had always hidden his money in the safest place he could think of, where he knew his Dad would never find it, because he didn't want it spent on drinks or drugs, which it would most definitely be spent on if Luke got his hands on it.

His thoughts were cut off when he heard the door being unlocked and saw Luke step in, grinning from ear to ear.

JJ frowned a little, heart skipping a beat - he did not like the look of that grin, it made his blood run cold almost immediately.

"Have you changed your answer yet?" He asked, staying by the door.

JJ swallowed hard. "No," He whispered, shaking his head slowly.

Luke chuckled almost to himself. "I had a feeling that might be the case." He breathed. "But I have a new way of persuading you."

JJ's heart sunk and his breathing stopped when Rafe stepped through the door, closing it behind him and leaving the three of them in the dull light coming from above.

"Rafe..." JJ eventually managed to choke out, voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe smiled, walking over and kneeling beside the blonde, who completely froze where he sat. "Your Dad wanted some help, said you weren't giving him what he wanted." He murmured, voice quiet and raspy. "I also just heard that my Dad didn't make it back from South America, despite me warning your friend to make sure he was safe, and I guess, by helping your Dad out, I'm getting my revenge on all of you at the same time, because I'm sure none of your precious second family want to see you harmed, am I right?"

JJ swallowed hard. "Rafe you - you don't have to do this." He choked out, shaking his head slowly.

"Oh but I do." Rafe chuckled. "I really - really do."

Luke dumped a duffle bag beside Rafe, smirking down at his son. "He's all yours." He said. "Let me know when he wants to spill the beans."

Rafe was silent until Luke had gone upstairs, when he turned to the bag, rooting around inside as he spoke. "You wanna tell me what Luke wants to know?" He asked. "Or are you gonna let me have some fun?"

JJ took a deep breath. "Why are you doing this?" He whispered.

"Because you all let him die!" Rafe snapped. "And no one is going to get away with that, least of all you Pogues."

JJ licked his dry lips, trying to still his trembling, but it wasn't working.

Rafe composed himself, letting out a long breath. "So what's the answer JJ?" He asked. "You wanna tell me?"

JJ didn't even realise that he was shaking his head until Rafe chuckled. "We'll see if you change your mind after the next hour shall we? Your Dad mentioned to me that he warned you with a couple of possible broken bones?"

JJ swallowed hard.

"I think we'll save that for a little later." Rafe said slowly, pulling out a small knife from the bag. "How about we spill some blood first?"