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Selena's pov
I lit my cigarette and put the lighter back in my pocket, eyeing the man on the floor cautiously. He lay broken and battered; his face swollen, his nose bleeding, his arms and legs broken.

All because of me.

Did I feel the guilt? The pity? The remorse?

The answer was short and harsh.

No.

I took a long drag of smoke from the cigarette in my hands, before turning back to the helpless man before me on the floor. "Please...," he sobbed quietly, "I have a wife and two kids at home. They need me."

I raised an eyebrow at the familiar line and turned to look my brother, Taylor (Lautner). "What do you think Tay? Does he deserve to be spared?"

Taylor strolled forward and grabbed the man by his tie, yanking him up to stand on his feet.

"Tell me Mr. Jones, when we came to get our money, why didn't we get it?" Taylor asked menacingly, not letting go.

"B-because I d-didn't have it," Mr. Jones stuttered.

Taylor threw a punch at his stomach, causing Mr. Jones to double up in pain.

"I know that Mr. Jones," Taylor gritted his teeth, "the question is; why did you not have it?"

"M-my wife asked to use the money for a new car," he wheezed.

"How interesting. Did your wife like the car?" Another voice filled the empty warehouse and I turned to find my two other brothers, Logan and Harry, making their way towards us.

"She er... she..."

"Martin, would you care to share with us, what car you bought with our money?" Logan asked folding his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes at Mr. Jones, who gulped, clearly finding the gesture threatening.

"It was a...a..." Mr. Jones trailed off. The muscle in Harry' jaw twitched and I smirked, realizing that I wasn't the only one that had noticed the uncertainty in Martin's voice when he had lied.

"Mr. Jones, I don't believe you used the money for the car, did you?" Harry asked.

I raised an eyebrow, Mr. Jones was lying. He was in trouble now. If there was one thing Taylor hated most, it was a liar.

Taylor had always hated liars, he may have been a ruthless criminal, but if there was one thing he expected from everyone, it was the truth. When Taylor was younger, our parents passed away. Unlike me, he was able to understand what was going on, but not completely as he was barely eight, but he knew that something was up, even though nobody would tell him. When all our other brothers got upset, Taylor did too, even though he wasn't sure why. The social workers ended up lying to him and telling him that our parents had gone away for awhile and would be back soon. When they didn't come back Taylor found out and it broke his heart, he screamed and cried and they shoved him in therapy, but I guess it was just one of those things that left you scarred. In Taylor's case, it made him hate liars.

"I-" Mr. Jones was cut short by Taylor who brought his fist down onto his face.

Mr. Jones let out a cry of pain and hid his face in his hands, when he moved his hands away, Taylor grabbed him by the collar and leaned in so that his face was centimeters away from Martins.

"Liar," he hissed.

"Taylor, calm down," Logan said, before turning to look at me, "Selena, will you take care of him?"

I shrugged and looked down at Mr. Jones, who was groaning loudly in pain.

"Sure thing, Loggie," I said grinning at him, only to have him roll his eyes at me.

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