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Chapter 22

Don't ever underestimate the action of a person that's fed up. Last chances don't come with warnings.




Giara's POV.

"Where are we?" Marcus questioned but I just ignored him. I can't believe that brat ran off my clutches. If we wouldn't have saw this Jake lingering around the house like he was on watch, then I'm pretty sure the next time we get to see that brat, would have been in pieces. I slammed the van door close getting out of it with both of them following behind.

"Alec?!?" I called out.

"Yes! G? What are you doing here?" He said coming out.

"I got you a parcel."

"Parcel? And what are these two doing here?" He said motioning towards bratty and Marcus.

"I'll tell you about that later. Now there's van outside with two men. Take care of them and check the van, each and every part of it."

"Okay. I'll get it done."

"G?" Ugh why can't he understand a simple thing. "I mean Giara." He corrected himself. Good.

"Yes Nick?" I asked turning towards him.

"Umm I got the details you asked for."

"Good. I'll be back for it. Alec, I need your car keys." He tossed the keys. "Come on you two." I said to Marcus and his idiot cousin/bestfriend. They quietly followed. I unlocked the car and climbed in.

"So that place, was the headquarters of the agency you work for?" Marcus questioned.

"Nope. More like our hangout place." I answered keeping my eyes on road.

"Oh." After that nobody uttered a word until we reached at bratty's house/mansion.

"I warning you. You will not leave your house no matter what happens. You too Marcus. It might be dangerous for you too. Now get inside, I'll see you both in the morning." I warned them before turning on the engine.

"Giara, I am really sorr--" I speed off before bratty could complete his sentence. I don't fucking need his apologies. The stunt he pulled almost cost him his life and my only chance to prove commander wrong. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get good hearing after he comes to know about what happened tonight. I might also lose my only chance too. I just hope he doesn't take this case from my hands.

*Back at house/hangout place*

"Oh you're back."

"Yes. Where are those two?" I asked.

"Tied, in questioning room. Still unconscious."

"Hmm. About the van?"

"Nothing so far apart from gun and chips packets. Two cellphones on them. But threat text wasn't sent by any of these." He said holding up the kidnapper's cellphones.

"No trackers?"

"No trackers whatsoever."

"Okay. Nick? The details?"

"Yes. Marcus Valerio Moretti. Maternal cousin of Jay James Olsen. They know each other since they were born. Nothing unusual about him and his big family. No criminal records."

"He doesn't seem to be the one involved in this so far."

"Alexander Scott Foster. Alex as people call him. A hotelier's son. No criminal records. Does nothing other than spending his father's money on girls and....other lewd things." He mumbled out the last part. "He met Jay in high school."

"Rina Joy Robinson. Daughter of single mom. Works at Mary's bakery, downtown. No criminal records. Friends with Jay since 11th grade."

"Rachel Hope Moore. Daughter of Mason Moore a businessman and friend of Blake Olsen. She is girlfriend of Jay Olsen. Met through their fathers in 11th grade. She's is daddy's girl---"

"Don't mind. I know her well. It's quite ironic that her middle name is hope when she herself is hopeless." I said rolling my eyes.

"Okay. Kyle Smith Brooks. His family holds the chain of clubs called The Brooks. He is friends with Jay and Marcus since kindergarten. They are close friends. No criminal records apart from drunk and driving."

"Hmmm." Ihummed.

"Paul Sean Stones. Now this one was difficult. To say there was nothingabout him but I did some more digging and this is what I found." He saidhanding me the papers.

"This says that he had traumatic childhood. Went to severe abuse and hasglossophobia." I read.

"Yep. A fear of public speaking or of speaking in general. His parentsused to abuse him but were arrested after they killed their own daughter. Paulwent into depression after that and was sent to rehab. Now his uncle providesfor his necessities."

"Ohhhkay. Nobody knew about this?"

"Uh huh. It was also quite difficult for me to find out about him. Don'tknow why." He shrugged.

"Okay."

"And yeah. You asked for the re-background check on Blake Olsen. But itseems there's nothing about him that we don't know of."

"Okay. But I am sure he is hiding something, you keep digging onhim." He nodded.

"GET US OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKERS!!"

"Looks like your parcels are woken up." Nick said at hearing themshout.

"Looks like they are." I muttered and entered the questioning roomwhere they were tied up.

"Hello boys." I greeted pulling a chair in front of them.

"UNTIE US NOW!!" He shouted again.

"Yikes. Little lower please, my ears are very sensitive."

"Fuck you!!"

"Honey you're not my type."

"Ughh! Leave us!!"

"Why are you freaking out so much? Look at Jakey here sitting so quiet, nowords uttered."

"That's because he doesn't speak." He glared at Jake and then at meagain.

"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrow at Jake because as far as I knew--

"I can speak Austin." He spoke.

"What?!? You can?!? Then why didn't you answer any of my questions?!?Whythe hell you didn't answered when I asked you to get us out of here?!?"

"Because there is no chance of us getting out of here." He replied.

"Smart boy. Now come on be the good boys and quickly answer my question soI could go and take a nap." I said stopping their further conversation."Who's your boss?"

"What made you think that we have a boss?" Jake questioned smartly.

"Because Austin here is not smart enough on the other hand you can be butthe conversation on your cellphone with a third person says otherwise. So Irepeat my question again for the last time. Who is your boss?" They bothkept quiet.

"No answer. Good then. Alec! Please bring in the tools!"

"T-tools? W-what tools?" Austin the kidnapper 1 stuttered.

"Here." Alec handed me the tool box.

"Okay so what it's gonna be. A screwdriver or a metal cutter? Hmmm..choices-choices." I said trying to choose. "Which one do you like Jake,screwdriver or metal cutter?" I asked holding them up. " I think I'lluse a screwdriver today. I like making holes with them." I took thescrewdriver winking at Austin who was shaking in fear. Untying one of Jake'shand I put it on table. "Okay. So I'm nice enough, so I'm gonna give you alast chance to answer. Who. Is. Your. Boss?" He kept quiet.

"Okay then." I stabbed the screwdriver in his palm causing him andhis partner Austin cry out loud.

"Ahhh!"

"So you gonna answer now?" He shook his head, tears were running downhis cheeks, blood was oozing out his palm but he kept his mouth shut.

"No?" I stabbed his palm again making him scream louder than before.I repeat the process again with his other hand but he still didn't opened hismouth. In all of this his partner Austin had gone unconscious at first stab.

"Answer me you fucker!!" I was so fed up that I punched himunconscious.

"Calm down G!" Alec said trying to calm me down. "You go home.I'll clean this up. Jack brought your bike here." He handed me the keys.

"Okay. I'll talk to them tomorrow. They better open their mouth or so godhelp me I'll--"

"Yeah yeah don't worry. You go and take some rest. And be ready forcommander's hearing."

"Ugh! Don't remind me."

A/N:

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Alba 💜