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I Could Kill You If I Wanted

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Chapter 14- I Could Kill You If I Wanted

Carter's P.O.V.

Sasha had warned me that if Blackbriar was to get thier hands on me...within days I would be hoping they'd find no use for me and kill me. 

....He was right. 

I had been interogated, beaten, tortured, had people telling me that I'd killed Käti....I just hoped to God that they were just trying to get me to talk and that Käti was in a room somewhere....getting better and completely unaware of what was happening to me. 

It would kill me if she was just as angry as the rest of Blackbriar...

They thought I worked for a Russian agency...which...was partly true. But not an enemy of thier's. Not that they would know....My files were locked up tight and I hadn't breathed a word since I got here. Not even to the most recent agent that had come into my room.

James. He had introduced himself as Käti's partner. From the look in his eyes, I knew they were more than just partners. That had made me jealous I'll admit...but I still hadn't talked. 

Right now I was just waiting for the next agent to come in and try to get answers...I had already told myself they weren't going to get them ever. Nothing could make me talk. 

The doors to my cell opened and I prepared myself mentally as my fists tightened under the straps that tied me to my chair. I groaned....I was prepared to not talk to anyone....anyone but her. 

Käti's P.O.V.

Drew watched me as I slowly got ready to interrogate Carter. I knew he didn't approve of me moving so soon but I was fine. Albiet a little dizzy...but fine. 

I fortunatly hadn't broken anything from the fall, just bashed my head pretty good. I had had a pretty bad concusion and they thought I might have memory loss....but I didn't. I remembered everything. 

All I had to show from my time with Carter was a fading bruise in the front of my head where Carter had head-butted me,and a very sore stitched up gash in the back of my head. It was healing. 

"You know...you don't have to do this. I'm sure one of the other agents can get him to talk..." Drew said from the corner. 

I glanced at him as I threw on my favorite leather jacket, happy to have it back. "I know...but Blackbriar has already sent in 7 other agents and not a word from him. They even sent in James. I figure if anyone can get him to talk...it's me."

Drew frowned. "He thinks you're dead. James told him you were...And...he's pretty beat up Käti. You sure you want to see him like that?" 

I frowned at Drew. "First of all, great that he thinks I'm dead. I'll have the element of surprise. When people are shocked they talk more. And second, I do not have Stockholm Syndrome. I most defenently do not have feelins for the man who kidnapped me and made me end up in the hospital...right now I could hit him for being a part of why I have the killer headache." I rubbed the back of my head gingerly. 

"Here...take these." Drew handed me a few painkillers. "And I say go for. Hit him...yell at him. He deserves it." 

I smiled lightly at Drew, a stone-cold look shining through my green eyes. "You're damn right he does." I responded as i walked out to find a file on Carter before I interogated him. I could hear Drew chuckling as I left.