Jay's POV
I landed on my back, feeling a burning sensation in my side.
Then came the pain.
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Alex's POV
I could hear his yells and cries still. The guilt rested in my stomach like a heavy ball.
A few of our men were meds so I called them to clean up Avon's mess. They ended up deciding they needed to take Jay to the "warehouse." To fix him up.
Afterwards they tied him down, taking out the bullet and did stitches without him on anesthesia. My vote for him to have some was denied...
Then they chained him up in the barn out back.
Welcome to our mafia Jay...
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Jay's POV
I awoke by having cold watering being dumped on my head.
Mid October and I'm in a barn with just my pants on, lovely.
Avon stared at me from afar. Two of his men grabbing each of my arms, pulling me up to stand. Pain shot up my side, where the line of stitches were.
I glared at him, shivering.
"Clause has no idea where you are Jay..." He stepped toward me, pulling out my wallet. Taking out my drivers license.
Alex walked in.
"Just in time my dear, we're getting to know Clause's main man." Avon chuckled.
Alex looked me up and down with pity.
"Sargent Jay Candor." Avon looked up. "You were in the military... Interesting..."
Alex looked confused, speaking up. "What's his age?"
She thinks I lied about that?
"24." He answered. "Where did Clause set up shop for the mafia?" Avon shouted, staring at me.
Avon walked up to me wrapping his hand around my throat, slamming me down to the ground. Dropping my wallet he pulled out his gun, pushing the tip to the temple of my head.
"Answer me." He screamed.
I started to feel light headed, hearing my heart beat louder and louder by the second.
"Let go of him!" I heard Alex spoke.
Avon stood up letting go of my neck. I rolled over on my side, taking in deep breaths and coughing.
Avon snapped his finger, and I was back up on my feet.
Pacing he finally walked over to me hitting me in the head with the gun.
And with that, I blacked out.
