𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

We got to know

It's been five days since we captured Ashton and let him spend his not so happy days in our basement. We let him eat, drink, pee, poop and whatever the shit not while drilling him for answers we desperately need. Something in me tells that his brother's silence is not to be taken as a liberty. 

The fucker is planning big and we need to have all our trump cards up in our sleeve if shit goes down. The tricky part is neither do I know my cards nor I'm close to finding theirs. Ashton is a frustrating little punk trapped in adult body. No matter how much we kicked him and punched him he wouldn't open his mouth. 

Naturally I had to retrieve to other methods such as digging into his background. Not that I've not tried that earlier but it was very cleverly erased making it difficult to get my hands on them. It took me sometime but I've finally managed or my detective had managed to collect information on him. I look at the caramel brown file in my hands tapping it impatiently. 

"Ava, will you just come out already?" I ask in frustration. 

"Baby please let me have a nice bath. My muscles are screaming in pain after punching that piece of shit for god knows how long" she whines. 

"One hour and twenty seven minutes to be exact" I say. 

"Of course you counted" she huffs

"Yet you couldn't make him spill anything" I poke her just because I could. 

"As if you had pulled the words right out of his mouth" I could imagine her rolling eyes. 

"I could if we don't have any use for him later"

"Yeah, a dead Ashton will do us whole lot of good" she deadpans. 

"Come out or I'm opening it without you" I warn her. 

"Don't you fucking dare.. Give me two minutes, honey pie" my lips thin into a line at her words. She purposely calls me that knowing it annoys me. 

Ava comes out of the bathroom dressed in her pink pajamas five minutes later just because she is a brat. She even sends a wink in my direction. 

We both sit on our bed when I hear a throat clearing and see Creigh standing in the doorway. Not this punk again. He has been following my ass all day for the last few days trying to get information about Ashton and his place in basement. Even though I absolutely gave nothing away he still managed to slip into the dark room and met him. 

When I heard the beep go off indicating someone other than me and Ava has put their foot inside the basement I rushed there and found Creigh and Ashton looking at each other like little psychos. No kidding they were silently staring at each other before I pulled Creigh out of the room. 

"So you finally got your hands on those damn files, I see" he grins. 

My baby brother doesn't usually smile so whenever he does it comes out creepy. It's like his face is not functioned for something pleasant like smiling. He is still my brother though so I love him. 

"What do you want Creigh?" Ava asks before I could. 

"Ahh, We're talking now. I thought you were actively avoiding me" he says making Ava look guilty. 

Can I punch my brother in the face and still love him?

"What is it punk? You don't understand if fists aren't involved?" I ask him. 

"You do you while I do me" he shrugs.

"What do you mean, baby bro?"

"It means go ahead and read the file while I stand here and record your expression for Dad to see" he says taking his phone out of his pocket