A Dozen Roses(A Skylox Fanfic)

Chapter 43 Knife Called Wrath

Chapter 43
Adam POV

The greatest part about being on the eviler side of the situation is definitely the interrogations. Having so much power over someone else and holding there lives in your hands. It's so much fun.

All FBI field agents went through mental training against interrogation tactics; so I knew Tyler and Jerome wouldn't crack. But Mitch on the other hand wasn't a field agent; he was a desk monkey. Meaning he spent his days behind a desk at his computer.

But we decided to start our effort on the strongest and hit Jerome full force. It was myself, Ty, Kyle, Lachlan, and Isaac in the cell with Jerome and the others.

I wasn't so sure about Isaac being in here but Ty insisted that if he wanted to be like his dad he'd have to handle this kind of situation. So here he was looking calm but his fingers tapped nervously on the handle of his knife.

"So Jerome it's great to see you." Ty started calmly pacing in front of Jerome.

"I can assure you Deadlox the feeling isn't mutual" he sassed back and I snorted at the effort. I've learned sarcasm does nothing but amuse Ty even more than anything.

"Well your the ones who came to Germany." He stopped pacing and faced Jerome with a small smile on his face, "And I want to know why you all came here and snooped at Seto's funeral." The tension got worse in the room when that name was mentioned and Isaac looked away slightly.

Jerome didn't speak and instead just held Ty's gaze with an amused and almost relaxed look. I'd seen him do this type of training a thousand times.

Ty realized this wasn't going to be as easy as he thought and stood up straight crossing his arms.

"Now I don't want to get violent with you-"

"Cause we all know how much you love violence Deadlox" Ty laughed at the sarcasm and shook his head walking over and taking the knife from Isaac's nervous hands.

I hadn't seen this knife before but the sight of it just made me nervous. He had this look in his eye that I hadn't seen in a while. He wasn't Ty anymore he'd gone back to Deadlox.

Deadlox POV

I held the knife in my hand observing it carefully. One from my collection of seven, well now it's six since my poor lust is gone.

This knife was called Wrath. The blade was made of a stunning steel that was constantly polished. While the handle was made of Ruby and black opal gems that swirled down to the gold base. Quite a beautiful knife.

I moved to stand in front of Jerome twirling the knife between my fingers. He stares me down defiantly holding eye contact as often as possible.

It's funny how none of them even realize my left eye is so scorched that sight is impossible. It amuses me to no end.

"You know somethings we want to know. Understand?" He didn't move, "Good. Now you can either tell me now or I can hurt you until you tell me."

"We both know it's not that easy Deadlox." I shrugged my shoulders and twirled the knife leaning closer touching his cheek with the tip of the blade.

"You underestimate what I can do with this blunt knife" I purred watching small drops of blood run down his cheek. He didn't flinch but looked away towards Tyler and Mitch.

I casted a glance their way. Tyler was looking at the ceiling trying not to pay attention to the situation. Mitch on the other hand was tugging against the handcuffs watching us carefully.